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My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images,
and sketches written for the amusement of and offered as tribute 
to my Liege and Lady.  They were always longer and never so well
crafted as Suki's short masterpieces, and over time, my Images
files began to include various email excerpts and other works
in progress or ideas for works and became more journal than art,
so some juxtapositions may seem odd.


Some of my Images follow.  They are generally cruel and 
nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please 
read no further if such doesn't appeal to you.

The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and
should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be 
imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward 
of the state.

Steven S. Davis


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An illustration


I've a correspondant who very much likes the idea of turning
her submissive over to gays to use (though in her stories the
submissive though het enjoys the experience; in my stories
the submissive rarely ever seems to enjoy zirself (as you
may have noticed). 

Anyway, in the course of illustrating a point that had come
up in our correspondence I wrote the quick image at the end
of this piece, doubtless horribly stereotyped  but playing with
stereotypes (ah, with the idea of them) can be fun, and I thought
that maybe it might amuse you.


------


Enjoy the holiday however you can.  I think the politically correct
way for me to do it would be to get enslaved by a switchy
(hmmm couldn't decide whether "sweet and switchy" or "switchy
and bitchy" went best there) Italian woman who subs for a 
hispanic couple and doms men when the opportunity arises
(hopefully she wouldn't think part of the day's festivities
should be putting a Genoese salami up my ass), but not knowing
any such I guess I'll just sleep and masturbate as much as
possible (used to be "eat, sleep, and masturbate", but I need
to watch the eating these days).


One thing that I kept meaning to mention and failing to.
In the two stories I related, the one in which a friend
had suffered lasting emotional scars from the time when
she was hooded, gagged, strait-jacketed, tied to a table
on her back with her ankles tied to her thighs and then
used as a fuck-object despite her attempts to say "no",
and the one in which a friend was punished by being spread
eagled and having her labia heated for a long time and
then repeatedly burned but came through with no emotional
afteraffects (aside from not wanting to remove her collar 
w/o permission again):

  [BTW, both women were in 24/7 master-slave no limits
   relationships, so by some standards each man had 
   had the right to do what he did]

The point which I somehow failed to make is that while
many people would consider the burning to be terribly
abusive and the fucking while bound to be a hot scene
(I'd consider them both hot scenes, if I hadn't known
how the woman being fucked experienced that event), it
was the one most people would think OK that did the
terrible harm, not the more apparently abusive one.
And this was because, IMO, in the one case the dom,
while being extraordinarily cruel to his slave and with
every intention of making her suffer horribly, was
also carefully observing her reactions to be sure that
she wasn't pushed into trauma.  She *was* taken well
past her limits, intentionally so, but he was careful
to avoid trauma.  In the other case the dominant wasn't
much concerned with his slave's reactions, he simply did
what he wanted to do (and not for punishment, simply for
fun), not much caring whether it was or wasn't beyond her
limits and with no regard for whether she was traumatized
or not.

Which is why - well, no, it isn't the real why, but it's
an example of why - even though I'm wimpy I can imagine
a successful relationship with someone who did decide
she'd exceed my volitional limits (I think that rather
than "soft limits" and "hard limits" I'd prefer to speak
of "volitional limits" and "trauma boundaries") but would
do so with careful planning and observation to be certain
that even if I was taken beyond where I could willingly
go that I wouldn't be traumatized.

Whether I'd want to be in such a relationship I'm not
so sure.  I'm not sure that's a matter of choice; if
the woman who'd gained my submission wanted it would
be the deciding factor and since I'm not very calculating
in deciding (as if it's even much of a decision; my experience
(such as it is) has been that someday I find that it has 
happened (not that it's exactly a surprise when I do finally
realize that it has happened) to whom I submit it wouldn't
be something likely to exclude someone.  Frankly I don't
think many people actually want to go there; none of my former
dominants or prospective dominants would (though some would
like the fantasy); I would, I think, but whether I'd ever actually
feel sufficient sure of myself and my understanding of my submissive
to play in that zone, I don't know.


So, sort of to illustrate (actually just in hopes of titillating
but if it illustrates as well, that's good), if my dominant
decided to ask a bunch of gay male friends to help her out
(and she just happened to have a large number of kinky gay male
friends who would be OK with raping her sub if she said it was 
OK and were pretty enthusiastic about raping me (or just really,
really, horny)) and she put me in a sort of "horizontal stocks" on 
a low table (i.e. had me on hands and knees with my wrists and ankles 
and knees locked in place so I couldn't move other than to wiggle
my hips and move my head a little) and told everyone that I
was everyone's fucktoy for the duration of the party ("Ah, you
do know that our spring party lasted for 17 days ?"), and I don't
particularly like the fact that men keep walking up to me and putting
the cocks in my mouth and my ass, but as long as she seemed to be
enjoying it I'm OK with it (admittedly I'd be getting a little
agitated when some of the apparently not entirely gay men were
licking her pussy and distracting her from watching me (her pussy
getting licked by someone else is OK, she's the domme, but the
idea was to be watching me get worked over), and well, yes, when
she decides to start bending over and sucking some of her friends
while others take her from behind - a quite OK thing to do, of course
(at the moment, having men's cocks in my mouth and my ass, I'm
obliged to regard it as OK for someone to do this, even though
I might note at other times - strangely a procession of cocks 
being shoved into my mouth by men with various states of hygiene
seems to have deleterious effects on my finer reasoning - that
she isn't locked into stocks and being given no choice; she actually
seems to be choosing to do this, and, from what I can see, to be
enjoying herself, which is very good, but not paying much attention
to me, which is a bit distressing)).

Watching my domme fuck and suck while she's supposed to be watching
me sucking and getting fucked is pretty far from my idea of a good
time, but it's within my limits (I think).


But the large number of people present - perhaps her telling them
to invite their friends wasn't the best choice - and the idea - not mine - 
that there were only going to be two holes available for use - which
seems to have been amended to four, ah, hmm, make that five - I'd
ask if all these guys were really gay but I can't seem to open
my mouth without something being stuffed in it - means that there
there just doesn't seem to be enough gratification available.
And so some guys are simply jerking off and shooting in my direction.
And while it may not be very logical, given my circumstances, having 
jizz hitting me in the hair and face is somewhat distressing and
I'm having hard time handling it.  It's not that I'm consciously
twisting my head but it's hard not to do and some of the guys don't
like that so more of them are shooting into my face and I really don't
like this and with my mouth free at last (though opening it still risks
something getting in it) I manage to say so, say that I don't like this
and I want them to stop, and most ignore me, some laugh, and some start
singing "If I didn't care..." and "I of course replied, spunk gets in
your eyes", and now I'm struggling with the stocks, I want out of
here, I can't take any more, but I'm getting nowhere and more guys
are laughing and jerking off and making jokes about how rabid I'm
getting and other are saying "is this why we're abominations ?"
and people reply "does that mean he's becoming the abominable
snowman ?" and the ones on my back seem to think my struggles are
fun and I keep saying "I don't want to do this anymore" and some
answer "Really, hetboy? Does that mean that you did want to do
it before, lover ?".

And if I could see past the bodies around me and through the
cum over my face I'd notice that my Mistress has kicked away
her admirers and is watching me as my pride breaks down and
I go from "I don't want to do this" to "stop it" to "stop it, 
gawd dammit" to "Get away from me" to "Please stop"  "Stop,
please stop, please leave me alone"  "Safeword/Red"  "Mercy,
please, please stop, I can't take any more, please. please stop"
to "Mistress, Mistress, please help me mistress" and then she
kicks everyone away and shouts "OK, everyone, it's a free for
all now, if you got anything left you can share it with anyone 
you want" and people begin moving away and pairing off and she
gets me out of the stocks and cleans me off and hugs and cuddles
me and tells me that I did very well and she loves me very much
and though I was just about at the point of lifelong trauma
she caught me just in time.

 [OK, RL, longterm trauma happened at least a quart of cum
  ago, but in RL she'd have heard the change in my voice then
  as I was approaching my trauma boundary and intervened to
  save me then]

----------

Some subsequent remarks

&gt; Sounds like an enjoyable party to me. 

Aside from the freaking at being used for "cum shooting target practice"
(hmm, odd that I just realized that there *must* be a way to make
a "cumquat" joke...be that as it may... not really a squick of mine
but I needed the subject to hit a wall (ah, not one with a glory hole
(they have the disadvantage that his Mistress couldn't watch him)
and I have always enjoyed, in a sick way, reading a rape report in
which the victim was made made to kneel and her assailants surrounded
her and did a circle jerk and covered her face and hair in cum (she
was reported to have smelled the cum for years after the attack) so
the change to "external ejaculation" (one of many porn conventions
I never did understand (well, I get the idea of proving that the
sex was "real")) was picked, and as a squick which is more emotional
than physical it suited the illustration) and perhaps some of the 
campier lines (I did resist the temptation to make a remark about 
"I thought it was show tunes and Judy Garland, not the Ink Spots"; 
though had I been able to think of a funny campy remark along those 
lines I might not have (well, maybe; the response "It's a black thing, 
vanilla-boy" I might still have deleted since I'm not sure if the theory 
that it's better to offend as many people as possible since they offense 
is taken less seriously then really works)), I thought it might.

[remarks about a pre-AIDS party]


Which I'm guessing was also before many people knew about herpes
(sort of funny, in a tragic way, to recall a brief time when herpes
was the STD that had people really frightened) and back when penicillin
still worked.



True.  The whole "cum-soaked" theme is more interesting to me conceptually
than as an actual practice, but it does seem as if things were a lot more
fun when the sharing of bodily fluids could be uninhibited.

I suppose there are ways to eroticize safe sex practices; I need to work
more on how to make condom selection and application into a sexy ritual
(hmmm, maybe practicing the application of condoms without use of one's
hands).


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"Is a BDSM weblog a webflog ?   or, WARNING, WARNING, navel
gazing ahead"

[all words mine]

&gt; &gt; Lots of stuff percolating around in my head which as time and
&gt; &gt; energy allow I may be able to write up (including a rather
&gt; &gt; amazing for how obvious it is realization that one issue for
&gt; &gt; me - I wonder for how many male submissives this is an issue ?-
&gt; &gt; is a fear of losing a woman's respect if I appear weak while
&gt; &gt; bottoming.  Silly, in a way - getting me to show fear and pain
&gt; &gt; is, after all, something that I rather hope you'd enjoy - and
&gt; &gt; yet there's a reluctance for me to do so (even though it's
&gt; &gt; what my partner would want and I want to please my partner),
&gt; &gt; which I finally realized is partly because of a stereotypical
&gt; &gt; concern about not seeming weak to a woman and fearing she'd
&gt; &gt; lose respect for me if she saw me as weak


No, this part I've understood.  I don't think you'd disrespect me because
I crawled through the mall on your leash (hmmm, well, you probably
wouldn't have me do it at a mall, too many parents who wouldn't want
to have to try to explain such to their children, but perhaps you'd
take me to someplace sufficiently adult and have me crawl after you
on a leash there), you'd understand how very difficult that was for
me and even if most of the people who saw it disrespected me immensely
for it, you would not.

But where my feelings are conflicted is in my understanding that
you like seeing men show pain and fear versus my instinctive/cultural
feeling that women want men to be big and brave and strong, and you'd
lose respect for me if you were beating me and I whimpered too easily
or was doing all I could to get away from the cane when I wasn't being
hit "hard enough".  I think this is part of the reason why, though
I'm not into pain, I tend to imagine such severe tortures for myself
(part of it; the idea that much of what I fantasize about is my
partner's reaction (and sort of ignore the fact that this would really
hurt) is I think also a part of it) is that I then feel that showing
my pain is OK, and showing fear of more such pain is OK.

I know that few dommes actually want highly stoic stony bottoms who
scorn the pain that's inflicted upon them, that if you were torturing
me you'd *want* to see pain (well, odd as the idea is for me to
grasp, not all tops want that, I've heard of tops who dislike it
when a whipped sub cries (the difference I suppose between a sadistic
top and a non-sadistic top, some tops want the whipping to be enjoyed)).

But part of me wouldn't want to show you the pain.  I've always known
that I had this reluctance (which my wimpiness tends to make into
a moot point, but the tendency is there).  What I hadn't grasped
until now is that somewhere in my confused and conflicted psyche
I'm afraid you would would think me unworthy if I showed the pain
too easily.

It is possible that part of submitting is accepting vulnerability
and accepting that vulnerability is not considered weakness by the
person to whom one makes oneself vulnerable.  So it might perhaps
be that I'd be more wimpy/whiny when alone with you than in front
of others.  Hopefully, your complaints at me for jumping around and
audibilizing so much when you whipped me in private after having
been so stoic in public ("make the other dommes think I can't
throw a whip, huh ?, yeah, you bastard, you hop and scream now
and you're going to scream a lot more before I'm done with you")
would be humorously meant).

&gt; 
&gt; &gt; (it's been interesting
&gt; &gt; of late to discover how much traditional gender stereotyping
&gt; &gt; does affect my thinking (well, my feelings)).  I don't mind
&gt; &gt; at all if you want to put me on the ground and put your foot
&gt; &gt; on the back of my head and push my face into the mud, but that
&gt; &gt; you might lose respect for me if I yelp before you've hurt me
&gt; &gt; "enough" does concern me



Yes.  Because I understand (though the people who saw me on a leash
would not) that she isn't expressing her contempt for me by stepping
on me, that in fact it's quite the opposite, that she feel so good about
having her foot on my neck because she respects me and that is what makes 
holding my face in the mud such a thrill for her.


&gt; &gt; I'm tied down spreadeagle and naked, and my testicles are tied
&gt; &gt; to make them stand out, perhaps using ropes to lift and seperate
&gt; &gt; them as far as possible (can't recall which bra maker used to
&gt; &gt; use that "lift and seperate" phrase.  Then some plastic is placed
&gt; &gt; between them, and two hoses are set, one so it pours 40.6 degrees
&gt; &gt; fahrenheit water on one testicle while the other pours 157 degrees
&gt; &gt; water on the other.  And after letting me lay there for a time while
&gt; &gt; the one ball is freezing and the other is cooking, my domme tells
&gt; &gt; me to stop my whining, since the average temperature of my balls
&gt; &gt; is a perfectly normal 98.6 degress.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; And goes back to enjoying my squirming and whining.

Well, I'm something of a sadist &lt;g&gt;.  And I'm always worried about seeming
to be a "do me" sub (hence the fantasies in which she uses the things
I like against me[1], because that makes it OK for me to enjoy them), and 
worried about not being a heavy enough (in the BDSM sense) sub, and as 
I've recently discovered, worried that a woman might not think me manly 
enough unless I were bearing really severe tortures.

  [1]  Usually to hurt me, but sometimes to catch me; I've played with
       the idea of a woman meeting me for dinner in a really sharp
       suit with an unusually high slit in her skirt (hardly businesslike
       (BTW, did I ever mention my observation that a slit skirt compells
       my constant attention more than does a short skirt, since with
       the slit skirt I am constantly focused on trying to see some leg
       when it flashes while with a short skirt I know it will be there
       whenever I look ?)) and gorgeous high heels, who gets me to
       come back to her hotel room and then gets me to let her bind me
       (in one variation she early on says "I have 100 feet of rope
       in my room and you are *not* getting out of here without wearing
       it"), and then when I'm bound and gagged and quite helpless,
       kicks off the heels ("Now that you're bound and you are not
       going *anywhere* until I allow it, that's all that I'm wearing
       those things") and seductively mentions getting into something
       more comfortable, and sexily slinks out of the room, to return 
       in some baggy sweats, then turn up the a/c as high as it will go, 
       while mentioning that beating men works up a sweat, and beating 
       men whose naked skin is cold and extra sensitive gets her hot, so 
       she is going to wear something in which she'll be very comfortable 
       while she gets the room very cold.


----

I was looking back at the emails I'd sent you looking
for what you liked and what I might amplify (which
it doesn't appear I'll be doing tonight).  I was
considering the scene where the domme changes from
sexy to comfortable clothes and considering by
ambivalence about dommes in lingerie and high heels,
or more generally about my dominant dressing in ways
that are pleasing to me.

Especially when I know they aren't pleasing to her.
I think the fact my last two sorta/prospective dommes
before you both disliked high heels (they'd wear them 
sometimes, but neither liked them) affected my thinking.
Given that I like heels I wanted to see them in heels
but since I knew they didn't like them could only so
imagine them w/o guilt if I imagined a scenario in which
they were using them against me.

Less of an issue with you, though my assumption that you
like wearing high heels is drawn mainly from fiction, a
bad thing to do.  But if it's correct then combined with
your fondness for lingerie I'd have less reason for feeling
guilty about imagining you confronting me in heels and lingerie
(ah, you being the one in heels and lingerie).

Which isn't actually the interesting part (though you in high
heels and lingeries is very interesting).  The interesting
part is my guilty feeling about a domme dressing to please
me.  It's not new, just another observation of one of my
problems, that I don't shut my brain down enough to simply
*submit* but think too much about why she might be doing this
and what she really wants.  What is sort of new is a more
clear realization of how insulting this must be to a dominant
woman.

If I did see my domme wearing shoes I knew she didn't like
and which she knew I did, I would not, in fact, actually
be so gauche as to say "Oh, Ma'am, you don't have to wear those
for me" (I'm not totally beyond hope, I hope).  But some part
of me would be thinking that.  And if I were to say it, well
then I'd quite deserve to have her slap my face and tell me angrily:
"I certain know that I don't have to do this for you.  I know
perfectly well, even if you don't yet, that I can do whatever
I want.  And sometimes, for reasons which as this moment totally
escape me, this includes doing thing that you enjoy for no other
reason than that I want you to enjoy them.  It happens to be my 
right to give you pleasure and to enjoy doing so, every bit as
much as it's my right to hurt you and to enjoy that.  Why I should
want to please you when you show me so little respect as to think
me so weak and so unsure of my desires that I can't know what I
want, and when you insult me by second guessing my choices and
even presuming to correct my choices, well, that I just don't
now, I really just don't know.


If you are ever going to be my submissive - it's very clear to me
that you aren't submitting to me now - you are going to have to
trust me enough to accept that I know what I want and that I have
considered what I do, and that what you need to do is simply accept
my choices and submit to them.  Whether I want you to sit with your
bare feet in a bowl of maggots, or whether I want to give you a
heels and lingerie fashion show - whether with or without putting
the KTB on you, and whether I decide to take breaks from the runway
sitting on your lap happily nuzzling you - it's my choice to make,
and you must accept it.  Do you really find it so hard to believe
I might enjoy pleasing you, when it pleases me to do so ?  Do you
think so little of yourself that you could doubt this, and do you
think so little of me that you'd think the reason I'd give such
a performance is simple pandering to you ?  If either of these is
true, then we both need to reconsider you're alleged submission 
to me."


Like I said, nothing new, really; my tendency to think too much
about what's good for my domme rather than letting her think
what's good for both of us is an old one (and perhaps another problem
stemming from a lack of enough RT experience in submitting to 
someone).  Just a somewhat more acute understanding of how insulting
my domme would find it that I was substituting my judgement for
hers.

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Something perhaps gauche


[To a friend whose partner had suffered a severe loss]

Perhaps a bit gauche of me to think of this, but very little
fails to make me think of s/m.   More gauche perhaps to write
it so quickly and gracelessly but I'm afraid I have very little time.
    

So today I thought of a man who'd had a severe loss and who had a 
sexy slave, and as they sat in a hotel room she sought to comfort
him, and he took a handful of hair behind her head and pulled her
to her knees and said "strip, slut" and staying on the floor
she slipped out of her clothes, and he took her hands and tied 
her wrists together in front of her and pulled her up onto the
bed and tied the other end of the rope to the front bedframe,
then tied her ankles together and tied the other end of that
rope to the rear bedframe.  Then he rolled her on her back and
then his hands roam over her for a bit before gagging her,
saying "we need a bit of discretion here", and remarking that
tears were needed now and he had none so she would have to cry
for them both, and then he kissed her face and rolled her on
her back and took a belt and started slapping it against her 
buttocks, then hitting harder and harder until he was striking
full force across her ass, putting all his grief into the strokes
and despite his not feeling he had any tears his tears begin to
flow, as hers had been even before the pain would have forced
them from her, and as they now flowed not in loss or in sympathy
for his pain but from the sheer overwhelming physical pain as 
her burning ass was burned again and again from the fierce strokes
which kept landing on her squirming butt as she screamed through
the gag and tears poured out of her face and she futilely (and
involuntarily (as he knew) for she so wanted to dutifully offer
her body for his use) twisted away from the strap, taking it on
her belly and the front of her thighs until her twisting turned
her over again and offered her ass as a target again, the strokes
coming and coming until something in him was exhausted but not
all of him was as he quickly slipped the knot on her ankles and
turned her over and spread her legs and entered her wet vagina
and soon he was exhausted and then they held each other (her
doing as best as her bound hands allowed) as they emptied themselves
of tears.


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A couple thoughts

Relatively quick ones, as I haven't had time to verbally
develop them, though I did play with them mentally quite 
a bit.  I hope that they may entertain.

Neither one is really new.  One in which a malesub has been
required to wait on his Lady and her gentleman caller
during a romantic evening, from before dinner through
several courses and then after dinner and even to 
their lovemaking, having to stand by ready to bring lotions
and condoms and towels and drinks (if smoking were still
fashionable making him light the gentleman's cigarette
afterwards would be a nice touch (as would be his Mistress
putting out her cigarette on his skin)).

And after they've made love a couple times she inquires
if he'd enjoy seeing the malesub whipped.  He says he
would, so they bring the malesub over and spreadeagle 
him between the posts of her bed, and she takes a stingy
whip and works on his back until he's bouncing on his toes
and twisting in the ropes and despite his best efforts
to stay strong while the other man smirks at him while
slowly stroking himself, the malesub eventually cries out 
as the whip falls on him.  

And after several screams have been wrested from him, both 
lovers now thoroughly hot, she runs to the bed and dives in
and they passionately make love.  And after a while spent
hugging each other and looking at the malesub and giggling,
she says "My turn for a show" and gets a heavy thuddy flogger
and hands it to the man and says "A big strong man like you should
be able to use this", and he takes it and does just that,
bringing the soft but heavy braids down very hard on the sore
and welted back of the malesub as his Mistress watches and smiles 
and masturbates and when her moans reach a certain pitch her
lover runs to the bed and they make love again, and then lay 
happily in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow, and the 
sight of the malesub standing helplessly hurting before them.

They doze a little, and wake up and cuddle a bit, and she says
"Now, the cane followed by the paddle ?", and he says "Good idea" 
and as she gets out of bed and takes the cane and makes some measuring 
strokes upon her sub's ass, her lover makes himself comfortable and 
starts to stroke his limp cock, smiling at the sub and saying "too bad,
old man, this is going to take awhile", and as she brings the cane
hard across his ass and he jumps in the ropes, she says "and when it's
my turn to watch you getting your poor, sore, striped ass paddled,
I'll *make* it take a while".

---------------

In the other the male sub is seated on a bench, hands tied above
his head, ankles crossed below him and tied to a ring under the 
bench, with electric pads placed on his anus and on the head of
his cock, the current running through him maddening him by making
him feel he must come while not allowing him to do so, as his Mistress
lays in bed with her toy (sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, 
sometimes a vibrator, sometimes all of the above) and pleasures
herself, taking plenty of time but always coming, and then after
a brief afterglow walking up to the man and stroking his hair
and smiling happily at him as he manages to say, through the
piece of leather in his mouth which doesn't really gag him very much,
"Please, Mistress, please let me go" and she smiles and says "No"
and languidly returns to bed to pleasure herself more to the sight
of him squirming and the sound of his moans.  A process she repeats
several times, letting him beg a little longer each time, without
ever showing him mercy, and finally she drifts of to sleep to the
sound of his needful and desperate moans.

Awakening eventually to a sudden quiet, finally realizing what
the quiet is, and checking on her panting sub, saying "I'm
so sorry dear, I fell asleep, how rude of me to let this happen".

As she gets out a box of 9 volt batteries, and replaces the dead
batteries in his electrotorture device.

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A few thoughts on food, fashion, and fear (all words mine)

&gt; &gt; Very nice thought.  I've sometimes imagined taking a woman for a walk
&gt; &gt; with her in a long loose skirt with pockets and her hands in her
&gt; &gt; pockets, discreetly cuffed to her thighs so she's in bondage but
&gt; &gt; no one knows.

[at a food court]

There are some interesting possibilities (some of which depend on how
much of a public scene is acceptable; privately, of course, the bound
captive can be required to earn each small forkful of food with a
"full course" (i.e. from tip of head to base of shaft and back, with
her lips tight over the whole course (if they aren't, she has to repeat))
cocksuck; publicly, she might have to earn each forkful with a kiss, or
if a public scene isn't an issue, she can kneel at his feet and hold
her mouth very wide like a baby bird until he decides to feed her.

 
&gt; &gt; Though I know that sometimes appearences can be deceiving,
&gt; &gt; and sometimes what seems so soft and pretty can be quite
&gt; &gt; uncomfortable, one thing that seems interesting about
&gt; &gt; women's clothes is the idea of making something that seems
&gt; &gt; so slight and soft into something painful.  I'm not sure
&gt; &gt; the best way to do this - the very softness and slightness
&gt; &gt; present problems with making attachments.  But it is an
&gt; &gt; interesting idea to put someone in soft, pretty, frilly,
&gt; &gt; clothes and make those clothes a source of pain.

[snip]

A way that's considerably more simple than my rather complex plans 
for various abrasive inserts and additions is to just make it from 
a material that is very uncomfortable for the wearer.

It would, of course, pain me to see my Lady in such an outfit
(interesting dilemma, keeping my respectful discipline and 
not asking her to please change clothes).  But if I had a sub
who had such a piece of clothing I'd find it very interesting 
to require her to wear it often.

 
&gt; &gt; All the more interesting putting a man in such clothes,
&gt; &gt; since the wearing of them may be a source of pain to him.
&gt; &gt; The addition of the physical pain - say, bits of sandpaper
&gt; &gt; inside his panties, making his domme's hand gently stroking
&gt; &gt; his crotch, usually something he'd so crave, into something
&gt; &gt; so excrutiating - is a nice sweetener.


If sandpaper seemed a bit much, perhaps some sort of 
"vampire panties" lined with sharp (not skin piercing)
plastic hooks.  Or perhaps take two pair of panties and
some crazy glue and a lot of tacks, line one set with tacks
using the crazy clue (applied liberal inside the panties), 
put the other set inside and push the tacks through then 
clip the sharp ends (just the very end) and let the glue
make the two pair adhere, then have him wear them.  The
metal points sticking up and rubbing his cock and balls
would be quite unpleasant at all times, worse when he had
to move, and worse yet when his crotch was patted, rubbed, 
or squeezed.

[bra additives]


Definitely so.  I sometimes tend to overcomplicate things.
How interesting to share a plate of her favorite cookies with her,
then tell her to take of her shirt, then play with her breasts
gently, then tell her to take off her bra - and then see her face
when I crush the cookie crumbs left on the plate and sprinkle them
into each cup and instruct her to put her bra back on, and be careful
not to lose any of the crumbs.



[sandpaper in a bra]

Definitely interesting, as is the often mentioned idea of putting
brillo pads in bra cups.  The idea for using tacks with the points 
clipped off is also from an often-cited ways of making a vampire bra.

I like the cookies idea for a lot of reasons, simplicity and safety
among them, as is the fact that I like the idea of making a woman
nervous whenever she's offered a cookie.   I also like the idea
of keeping a sandpaper bra available to scare her and making her
ask for the mercy of cookie crumbs or sand in her bra instead.

And I could be more uninhibited in the handling of her breasts
if she had cookie crumbs in her bra than if if were lined with
sandpaper.



 
[a torture tube]


I'm thinking that it would not be so difficult to take some light
cardboard, put the tacks through it, clip or file the points,
coat the back of the cardboard strip with crazy glue or epoxy,
move the strip (holding it on each end with tweezers (you might
need assistance), and press it down then let it dry.  Perhaps
even do it three times (I think three'd be better than four).
That should create a cruel trap for a cock.

 
[velcro and tacks]

A nice idea.  Interesting to make arm and thigh wraps that way,
with tacks biting into the upper arms and thighs.  A simple
squeeze of the slave's arm would hurt, as would soft taps to
the slave's thighs.  You could have people wondering why your
boy reacted so to a slapper lightly swatting the back of his
trouser legs.  And kneeling "down" (not sure anyone else uses
that terminology, I instruct my subs where they should be
kneeling up (weight on knees) or down (weight on shins))
would be quite unpleasant



[the fear/arousal mix]
 
Like having a man spreadeagled on a hardwood floor (perhaps you've
protected the floor by laying down one of those plastic runners
used so chairs can move over carpets, the sort with the hooks
in the under side of the plastic to catch the carpet (in this 
case, of course, the hooks are turned upwards); perhaps, or perhaps
not, if you want his attention focused) and putting the spiked
tube over his cock and secure it in place; he's OK now, but if
his cock enlarges it will find itself pressing against the tacks
inside - tacks which have had their points dulls a little, but which
still have their points (washed in alcohol and then peroxide for
sterile technique).  And as you walk around him in lingerie and
silk stockings and high heels, your heels loud on the floor as
you circle him, smiling wickedly and your eyes gleaming as you
describe to him just how it's going to be when the tacks take hold
of him and if you were to then try to remove the tube you'd shred
him, once the points bite into him there's no escape for his cock
unless e deflates.  And you assure him that you're going to keep
him hard and horny, even despite the pain, for a very longer time,
and that the though of him in so much pain has you so hot, and he can
see your heat in your face and your arousal is making him hot but
he mustn't get hard or the tacks will bite him.  He mustn't let
your big smile get to him, nor let the sound of your high heels
on the wood floor turn him on, nor be taken away by the sight
of your silk sheathed legs or your seductively draped lace.
As you circle him in heels and hose smiling sweetly with your
eyes so cruel and he squirms under your gaze and you love this
so much and tell him so and he's so hot at being the object of
your attention and the source of your arousal but he's fighting
his arousal because he doesn't want all those pins in his prick
but as you say, you can wait, you're in no hurry, you're loving
this all and you both know that he can't prevent what's going
to happen, no matter how well he knows how much it's going to
hurt, he can't control his lust for long.  As you drag the tip
of a heel over his body and prod him here and there with the toe
of your shoe he shudders with lust and fear. And when you slip
your foot out of your shoe and let him feel the silk running
across his skin as you slide your toe all over him he's going
slowly mad and you can see his body start to stiffen, as his 
cock already has, as the points begin to grip his prick, 
and you walk around him a few more times studying your suffering
prisoner and letting him feast his eyes on you from all angles
and you remind him that today he can look all he wants, today
his Mistress will be his dancing girl, posing prettily for him
and when she deems the time right, wiggling and writhing and
showing him all he wants to see, and as the night goes on doing
whatever she has to do to keep the cock of his hard.  She'll
kiss him and cuddle him and rub against him and stroke and caress
him and drag her hair across him and do all the things he so wants
her to do, and it's going to make him hurt so much - especially
when she shakes and tugs his torture tube - and she's going to
love it so much hurting him she's going to get so hot and horny
and enjoy this so much, and she's saying here, baby, look, don't
you see how wet I am, here take a good look she says as she
stands over him straddling his face, and slips a foot free again
to move it all around his and tells him go ahead, kiss her foot
he can do whatever pleases him because that pleases her and as
he moans she says yes, dear, that certainly does please me and
she squats down over his face so he can get a good look at how
pleased she is and his moan deepens and she smiles and tells
him "there's not a thing you can do about it, dear, no matter
how much it scares you, it's going to happen, and it's going to
hurt even more than you fear it will, and I'm going to make it
happen to you because there's nothing in this world that I enjoy
as much as making your suffer - yes, dear, just like that; well,
maybe there *is* one thing I like more than making you suffer,
but since that usually happens whenever you suffer a lot, I don't
need to pick one or the other, I can have both, and today I will
have a lot of both".

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