In the spring of 1994, i was diagnosed by my psychologist at the time with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Actually, she was testing me for Attention Deficit Disorder, but she had something up her sleeve i didn't know. I had anticipated that she was testing me for ADD, which she anticipated, confirming what her expert mind had long theorized. My first response when she told me that i had OCD was, "Well, duh, Doc." Not the hardest thing to notice about me.
I OBSESS. I obsess about obsessing. I do not have a severe form of the disorder where i need to have absolute, manic control of my environment - locking doors multiple times, scrubbing my hands arduously, following the exact same routine precisely to the letter - i have no impulse for any of that. But where OCD manifests itself in my sexuality is my unabashedly pinpoint and frighteningly precise attention to detail. I regularly notice when one of the girls in the office alters her hair color, her hair style, her makeup, even her perfume. I even notice when a girl who i encounter infrequently on the train platform waiting for the next one to arrive has changed something with her style. I'll usually offer this to them, to which they almost all bewilderedly confirm my hunch.
What is my point, you the reader, might be asking? I find something that entrances me, station myself in front of it, and then digest as much of the subject as possible.
My latest surfeit: self bondage
***I must preface the following, do NOT attempt this without the proper safety precautions installed. Safety and common sense is of the utmost importance when attempting any of what i'm about to discuss. I cannot stress this enough***
My recent splurge in the consumption of self bondage media happened innocently enough. I was browsing through YouTube looking for various mummification videos (there are some tremendous offerings and others that are just sadly disenchanting), when i came across an Italian girl who was interested in filming herself bagging for her boyfriend. This is an incredibly risky habit - INCREDIBLY - and if it appeared even remotely like she was at risk of putting herself in danger, the video would lose all of its appeal. It is not the danger or the risk that excites me. What got me aroused was that she was doing this for someone else.
I've controlled girls long distance before. The physical separation requires some creativity when trying to restrain the bottom. Obviously, i will not be able to bind her like i would if i were there, my shadow cast over her naked form. I quickly realized in these telephonic relationships that i would need to devise a way to imprison the girls in a thorough but safe way. I made the impediment simple, unobtrusive for safe activity like a chain collar, leather cuffs or - my favorite - a chastity belt. The situation called for real ingenuity when it came to the locking of these confinements. I devised on the low-tech end - freezing the keys for the lock in a jar of water - on the high end - a time safe. The stimulation for me came in the exact moment when the girl agreed to this arrangement, took my instructions and locked herself away.
A few days after i found the italian autorista, now in full slash and burn obsession mode, i came across some old Devonshire Productions videos that featured the beautiful Simone Devon herself. I couldn't control myself. My appetite had peaked for scenarios of auto-confinement, and Mme Devon had the goods.
One particular video had her starting on a bed, taking rope and binding her thighs, then her ankles, and anchoring this to a crotch rope. Next, she took a pair of handcuffs, thread these through the loops that she had made on the ass-side of the crotch rope. She produced throughout the restriction, the most adorable groans and whines. These reached a peak when she pulled out from her bag of toys a ball gag. She was about to pull off one of the most arousing gestures i've encountered in this genre: self-gagging. I turned up the volume. I wanted to hear every squeak, ever frustrated yet inflamed vocal struggle. She completed her bondage by laying on her stomach and locking her hands behind her back in a respectable but not completely orthodox hogtie.
That her struggles indicated an inability to free herself from this predicament was not what tickled my mental erogenous zones. It was the fact that the camera was clearly there indicating that someone was nearby, and that this girl had, for the audience, bound herself up. She would increase the bondage in the two subsequent segments, with the last one dousing me in erotic fever when she actually pulled a full leather hood over her head, entombing her entire crown in tight restrictive darkness.
I can understand why it exacts such a strong response from me. In my pursuit to transform the girl into a creature overflowing with my appetites and desires, to be able to witness her go step by step, putting herself in these shackles signifies the purest acceptance of my lessons. She's not only saying that she wants to be there, but she's actively stepping in front of a camera in order to document and declare her need to be there.
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Sugasm #96
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“I’m a slut, but I’m an ethical one.”
Center peace
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“I’m a slut, but I’m an ethical one.”
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Saturday, September 1, 2007
Center peace
The table was set with the finest bone china, silverware for each of the numerous courses, and dazzlingly lit by columns of candlelight stretching the full banquet length. Each guest arrived, one by one, and led to their place by one of the servant girls, naked except for her thick leather collar.
Upon entrance into the dining room, the unique centerpiece could not be overlooked. Displayed on a large silver serving platter was a naked girl with long chestnut hair, tied up behind her in a ponytail. She lay on her stomach with her arms and legs bound behind her into a fierce hogtie. A black marquet scarf draped across her eyes, accompanied by a thick black penis gag strapped around the back of her rigidly held head and stuffed inside her wide-open mouth. She dare not move, despite her desires to somehow receive each guest that sat around her. Gradually, all the chairs filled up, except for the one to her immediate left. Once all the guests were situated, the naked escorts from before buzzed around the table, monitoring the beverage levels and general comfort. Friendly but purposely unfocused chatter bounced around the table.
Suddenly, at the sound of the tall, double doors opening at the end of the hall, all conversation stopped, and all eyes moved towards the entrance. Seeing the host walking in, all the guests rose to their feet. He greeted each silently, politely, as he moved around the table, eventually taking the lone empty seat. No gestures or words were offered to the girl on the platter. Her clenched muscles and joints indicated she knew he'd arrived. Despite this urge to acknowledge him, her head remained stationed firmly forward. He sat in his seat, followed by one of the servant girls pushing in his chair.
Immediately, cart after cart of delicately prepared food came rolling in by the hands of the endless source of naked and collared girls. The guests received each course with great excitement, passing it around, drinking in the gluttony of the affair. Steamed duck, seared marinated asparagus, roasted pork, maple-glazed half potatoes, a broiled halibut decorated with brilliantly colored flowers. Each dove into the dishes as they came around.
He sliced into the pork, piling a hot mound of steaming meat upon his plate. His eyes, the entire time, never turned to the girl splayed in front of him. He took a saucer of gravy and poured it liberally over his food. Then, he proudly grabbed his wine and raised it in the air, offering a toast of thanks to each of them for coming. All attendees followed, saluting his toast with "Here-Here!" and "To You!". He took his cup, not yet sipping from it, and held it over his girl, hovering it above her head.
He tipped his glass, delicately letting the wine trickle out onto her head. It dripped down through her hair, over the scarf draping her eyes, rolling over her nose and spilling onto the gag protruding from her mouth. She jerked a little. Stirred by the sensation, then quickly regained her composure. He moved the glass down her body, pouring the remaining liquid as he followed the perfect symmetry of her frame. The wine splashed and collected in pools upon her flesh. As he reached her ass, the wine dribbled down her exposed crack, dripping onto the silver tray beneath her. She stifled all noises coming from her mouth, as the wine slowly painted her body. He sat back down, under the watchful gaze of each attendee, stunned into silent awe. Instantly, one of the servant girls filled his cup again to the top.
He cut into the meat on his plate, slopping the flesh between his teeth. The centerpiece remained still, frozen, despite the cooling effect the evaporating liquid had on her skin. Her body glistened with the crimson rain of the wine clinging to every sensual curve, accentuated only by her tightly bound limbs. As he continued to enjoy his meal, the first round of compliments from his guests over the evening's splendor began to arrive. Suddenly, he raised his hand to usher silence, and snapped his fingers sharply in the air, which echoed into the space above the banquet table. One of the servant girls moved to his side, and reached out across the table, undoing the strap of the girl's gag. The servant removed the phallus slowly from the centerpiece's mouth, who kept her orifice held wide open. The naked servant girl postured away, leaving the entire focus of the room on the now engaged submissive.
He let a few moments pass. Finally, he sliced off a piece of his pork with his knife, and without any words, moved the meat-strung utensil to the girl's waiting mouth, allowing her teeth to grab the contents from the fork offered to her. He retracted his fork, leaving her with the morsel. She carefully chewed the moist pork. He proceeded, without a single word, to feed her her meal in this manner. Not hurrying, nor overlooking the hungry vision strewn out in front of Him.
Upon entrance into the dining room, the unique centerpiece could not be overlooked. Displayed on a large silver serving platter was a naked girl with long chestnut hair, tied up behind her in a ponytail. She lay on her stomach with her arms and legs bound behind her into a fierce hogtie. A black marquet scarf draped across her eyes, accompanied by a thick black penis gag strapped around the back of her rigidly held head and stuffed inside her wide-open mouth. She dare not move, despite her desires to somehow receive each guest that sat around her. Gradually, all the chairs filled up, except for the one to her immediate left. Once all the guests were situated, the naked escorts from before buzzed around the table, monitoring the beverage levels and general comfort. Friendly but purposely unfocused chatter bounced around the table.
Suddenly, at the sound of the tall, double doors opening at the end of the hall, all conversation stopped, and all eyes moved towards the entrance. Seeing the host walking in, all the guests rose to their feet. He greeted each silently, politely, as he moved around the table, eventually taking the lone empty seat. No gestures or words were offered to the girl on the platter. Her clenched muscles and joints indicated she knew he'd arrived. Despite this urge to acknowledge him, her head remained stationed firmly forward. He sat in his seat, followed by one of the servant girls pushing in his chair.
Immediately, cart after cart of delicately prepared food came rolling in by the hands of the endless source of naked and collared girls. The guests received each course with great excitement, passing it around, drinking in the gluttony of the affair. Steamed duck, seared marinated asparagus, roasted pork, maple-glazed half potatoes, a broiled halibut decorated with brilliantly colored flowers. Each dove into the dishes as they came around.
He sliced into the pork, piling a hot mound of steaming meat upon his plate. His eyes, the entire time, never turned to the girl splayed in front of him. He took a saucer of gravy and poured it liberally over his food. Then, he proudly grabbed his wine and raised it in the air, offering a toast of thanks to each of them for coming. All attendees followed, saluting his toast with "Here-Here!" and "To You!". He took his cup, not yet sipping from it, and held it over his girl, hovering it above her head.
He tipped his glass, delicately letting the wine trickle out onto her head. It dripped down through her hair, over the scarf draping her eyes, rolling over her nose and spilling onto the gag protruding from her mouth. She jerked a little. Stirred by the sensation, then quickly regained her composure. He moved the glass down her body, pouring the remaining liquid as he followed the perfect symmetry of her frame. The wine splashed and collected in pools upon her flesh. As he reached her ass, the wine dribbled down her exposed crack, dripping onto the silver tray beneath her. She stifled all noises coming from her mouth, as the wine slowly painted her body. He sat back down, under the watchful gaze of each attendee, stunned into silent awe. Instantly, one of the servant girls filled his cup again to the top.
He cut into the meat on his plate, slopping the flesh between his teeth. The centerpiece remained still, frozen, despite the cooling effect the evaporating liquid had on her skin. Her body glistened with the crimson rain of the wine clinging to every sensual curve, accentuated only by her tightly bound limbs. As he continued to enjoy his meal, the first round of compliments from his guests over the evening's splendor began to arrive. Suddenly, he raised his hand to usher silence, and snapped his fingers sharply in the air, which echoed into the space above the banquet table. One of the servant girls moved to his side, and reached out across the table, undoing the strap of the girl's gag. The servant removed the phallus slowly from the centerpiece's mouth, who kept her orifice held wide open. The naked servant girl postured away, leaving the entire focus of the room on the now engaged submissive.
He let a few moments pass. Finally, he sliced off a piece of his pork with his knife, and without any words, moved the meat-strung utensil to the girl's waiting mouth, allowing her teeth to grab the contents from the fork offered to her. He retracted his fork, leaving her with the morsel. She carefully chewed the moist pork. He proceeded, without a single word, to feed her her meal in this manner. Not hurrying, nor overlooking the hungry vision strewn out in front of Him.
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