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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Jealous

Over the last few years I have acquired a good selection of BDSM videos that are on my hard drive.  A good number of them were from when I was a member of the Kink.com family of websites.  Now my preference is Femdom videos, but I also saved a good portion of Male Dom, Female to Female, and even some transexual and gay BDSM porn as Mistress sometimes likes to watch those types of videos.

I don't watch these videos often.  Maybe if I or we are traveling, and very rarely at home.  Yesterday was one of those rare days.  I have a Roku video streamer and there is a channel on it that is connected these videos so we can watch them on any of our large screen TV's.  Mistress stepped out to get her nails done and run a couple errands. I was working from home doing some tedious online class for work, so I decided to have some entertainment playing in the background waiting for the online class to progress.  I went into the "all videos" section and decided on the letter P, hoping to find some predicament bondage.

I first watched a couple girls Domme a guy.  It was a lot of boring spanking and ass fucking, so I fast forwarded through much of the video until they made him cum and then made him eat his cum.

Then I watched a very short one where a guy was tied up in a jail cell.  The woman came in and stroked him to orgasm and then kept on stroking until he was begging her to stop.


The next one was a guy locked in chastity.  The only stimulation he gets is his Mistress kneads his balls until he has an orgasm.  After he cums she makes him fuck himself in the ass with a dildo to show his obedience after an orgasm.  That's devious.  


The next one I stumbled across was called Point of No Return.  It's from the Kink.com's Device Bondage.  Now this one is Male Dom which doesn't do it for me as much as Femdom does.  However in this case it did an awful lot for me.  Mainly because of how jealous I was of what this woman had to endure.  Just to be clear, most of what this woman goes through rides a fine line of being too much.  In every scene there are tears, screams, yelling in frustration, hopelessness, fear, pain, humiliation, exposure, degradation and for her, many, many orgasms. 

The first scene is my favorite, mainly because this one would be the easiest for us to duplicate at home.  The scene starts with the woman fully dressed and bent over in a stockade type restraint.  We have one of these in the basement, not exact, but close enough.  She is in heels, a dress, and panties.  I imagine she has been left in this position for some time, to wear her down both physically and mentally.  In this position she is to high to kneel and too low to get any relief for her lower back.  I am certain the heels are adding to her discomfort.  And now I am jealous wishing I could trade places.    


Picture of the stockade in our basement.  
The Dom comes in the room and fondles her for a bit to show her how helpless she really is.  He whips her enough to get her dancing in pain.  He then removes her panties and keeps whipping her.  Not too hard, but certainly not too soft.  After a bit he uses scissors to cut her dress off of her leaving her completely exposed.  Next come the clover style nipple clamps.  But he is extra mean and uses 3 sets of them.  While I would absolutely hate 3 sets, I am again jealous.  


After the clamps are on, he takes a string and ties it from the center of one pair of the nipple clamps and then has her bend her knees.  He then ties the ends of the string to each of her knees.


He then whips her a bit trying to get her to straighten her legs and pull the clamps off.  She resists and keeps her knees bent, so he steps it up.  He grabs a cattle prod and walks behind her.  She can't see it but she can hear it charging.  He tells her to straighten her legs.  She starts crying saying she can't.  He keeps telling her to do it, and gets more and more scared and frustrated.  Since she won't do it herself he tells her she is going to get shocked.  He makes her choose a leg.  


By now, her left leg is shaking uncontrollably.  I am sure there is some fear about it, but mostly being in this position for so long and not being able to change leg position.  Now at this point I am starting to feel real empathy for her.  I hate electricity.  I hate the thought of electric shock.  Even something mild compared to a cattle prod would have me reacting the same way she is reacting.  Electricity is one thing that puts true fear in my heart.  As much as it scares me and I would fight it, I am again jealous of this poor girl.

She eventually picks the right leg and he shocks her hard.  She jumps and one of the clamps gets pulled off of her nipples. She is in agony.  He backs off a bit and lets her regain her composure.  Her legs are still shaking while he strokes her skin.  After a short bit he starts back up and tells her she still needs to straighten her legs.  He tells her if she doesn't, she will get the left leg with the cattle prod.  Of course she begs him not to and he ignores her request.  He zaps her and she pulls the other clamp off.  He immediately puts a Hitachi on her pussy and in no time she has rebounded from the pain and fear.  As he rubs the hitachi on her pussy he takes off and puts back on the clamps, creating a pleasure/pain battle.  She is begging to cum, her legs are shaking, and I am certain her mind is an absolute mess.  What an amazing predicament bondage scenario.  All of that and I am super jealous of her.  

The next scene has her tied like this.

  
He puts suction devices on her nipple, pussy and clit until they are filled with blood and sensitive.  He uses a cane on her body as she screams in pain with tears in her eyes.  Then he gives her the Hitachi treatment again.  She is drooling all over herself while begging to cum.  Eventually he puts a clothespin zipper on her, from her armpits to her toes, while the Hitachi is buzzing her.  He makes her choose decide if she wants the zipper pulled before or after she comes.  She wisely chooses before.  As much as I would hate the zipper, I am jealous of her.



The last scene starts like like this.


She is tied to Sybian vibrating saddle.  She has a corset on. Her arms are bound behind her in a leather arm binder.  She has a very tight posture collar on around her neck.  Her hair is tied to the ceiling keeping her upright and from falling off.  Her feet are tied up and back so that she cannot use her legs to escape from the vibration.  For the next 30+ minutes he vibrates her pussy and clit while alternately whipping her, torturing her nipples and using a plastic sheet to cut off her air supply.  

Through all of this, she has countless orgasms.  Since he doesn't turn off the saddle, she goes from one orgasm to being too sensitive and into another orgasm again and again.  Not being able to have multiple orgasms makes me even more jealous.  All of this was fairly boring to watch, I had to fast forward through a lot of it, but I am certain it was not boring to have to endure.  You can see the look on her face several times as though she is in another world or having an out of body experience.  In the post scene interview he said he stopped the scene because he didn't think she would or could.  Hot!  


I imagine the next day she hurt from dead to toe.  Her feet from her shoes and from being whipped.  Her legs from trying to endure so many strenuous positions.  Her back from being bent over.  Her nipples from being clamped and whipped.  Her pussy and clit from all of the orgasms and vibrations. I also bet every time she thinks of this event she will get very wet and aroused.

Having to endure even one of these scenes let alone 3 on top of each other seems very difficult.  I am extremely turned on imagining myself having to go through something similar and so intense.  Being pushed in such a way that I would seriously consider using my safe-word (during electricity) and either not using it or not being allowed to have one.  Riding the line between torture and ecstasy would be such a mind fuck.  My cock strains against my device just thinking about it.  That made me pretty jealous of this woman and many like her.  



  

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Today's Edge - Bondage Box

Also, this is the 200th post to this blog!


Found online a few days ago.  It get's me hot thinking of the helplessness and the objectification.  Story below pics.

       
    


The “bondage box” is a rare, but wonderful piece of equipment. If you come across one, don’t hesitate to try it out, they are a lot of fun.

In its most simple form, it acts as a cage with a built in neck stockade. Latches need not be locked, as it is impossible to reach them from the inside, although I prefer using padlocks even when unnecessary, as it sends an incredible message of total control.

More elaborate boxes have straps and various restraints inside them to keep idle hands busy, and to prevent self stimulation. They can resemble bondage chairs, keeping legs, torso, and arms firmly fixed in place. This allows using butt plugs and electro toys to keep things interesting while spending time boxed up.

Since access to the head is easy, applying gags, muzzles and hoods to even an unwilling bottom becomes simple. Grooming is also a breeze. If your boy has a cocky long head of hair, he really has no choice as you shave that shit down to the skin…leave him a little fuzz on the top if you are feeling generous.





I was lucky enough to climb into a box like this once. I had an electro-butt plug stuffed in my ass, but was otherwise naked. I climbed in and sat on the padded bench. My hands were placed in bondage mitts and attached to front corners with padlocks. Then the box was stuffed with inflated packing bags…you know, those plastic tubes filled with air used for shipping. He stuffed them everywhere, under and around my knees, around my crotch, all around, so that they filled the box at least six inches above the top, almost covering my head. Then the top pieces went on…one behind my head and one in front, he pressed them down firmly, crushing all of those packing bags into the box and around me. They pressed me firmly into position…he had to sit on the lid to get the latch closed. I couldn’t move…it was unrelenting, firm and solid — total bondage perfection.

Then he pulled out another, smaller box. It was padded, and had nothing but a tube sticking out of it. He shoved that tube in my mouth and stuffed my head, along with more packing bags, into the smaller box which was then firmly latched to the top of the box.

It was nirvana. There was no struggling, no pressure points, no shifting position. I was horny…my cock had found a way to get hard and grow between the bags, which pressed on it and seemed to grip it in place…but I couldn’t buck or thrust…no movement was possible.

Then he turned on the electro…the butt plug was designed to force my sphincter to contract, forcing me to squeeze and release. The rhythmic pulses causing me to fuck myself with that plug. It occurred to me that squeezing my sphincter was the only voluntary movement I had left…and he had just taken total control of it. As the evening progressed he slowly turned up the intensity of the electro…from an interesting buzz…to a period of incredible pleasure…to the orgasm…an incredible motionless orgasm…floating there packed in that box…and then beyond the orgasm…he continued to increase the intensity…to pain…delicious but terrible pain…and then beyond pain where I disconnected from the universe and my total existence was simply wave after wave of those horrific contractions…and he continued to increase the level, despite my inhuman screaming through that tube…until…until…I came again…and that sensation cannot be described in words.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

a couple things

Yesterday Mistress had me wear a pink camisole and pink pantyhose.  The hose are actually leggings that are very tight and restrictive.  I was in a wonderful state of mind all day yesterday.

This is what I wore...


While I was wearing this with the camisole, it made we wish for a whole body suit.  I remembered I have a black full body like below.  If only I had a pink :-)



Today I edged to this video.  We have all of the tools to make this scene a reality.  I imagine it would be fun until I came, then the relentless ass fucking and the Venus 2000 still sucking my sensitive dick.  Sweet torture.

link to video below

http://precious-her.tumblr.com/post/50370689778/1-jeez-2-sweet-set-up-3-howd-he-last-so

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Stuff

Last Tuesday night Mistress tied me down and beat the insides of my thighs.  Between the alcohol, endorphins and lust I had, she stopped before I safeworded.  I was sad at the lack of marks I had.  A week later I still have thin red lines from one implement as well as overall yellowing of the skin from the very light bruising I had.  I can't wait to repeat that.

Mistress is making me go out to see my customers today with a camisole on under my shirt.  I am a little nervous, but figure if I wear a looser shirt It won't be a big deal.  It took me awhile to find the camisole.  I have all of my feminine clothes in the basement.  I thought they were in a suitcase, but they were hanging.  While looking I was going through skirts, stockings, corsets, girl jeans, tights, etc.  That got me to thinking about wearing them.  That got me to thinking about what to edge to today.  I have read with some interest in the past about Mistresses that use a treadmill to make their slaves "walk a mile in their shoes".  Sometimes to punish their slaves for walking too fast when they are out, or to just get them walking more feminine.  Usually their cock is tied up to the front of the treadmill so the slave has to keep pace.  His hands are tied behind him, and the Mistress turns on the treadmill.  Speed isn't the goal, but distance is.

That in turn made me think about Mistress using the high heel locks on me while I am working from home.  I would be forced to wear heels from 6:30AM to 6ish PM.  I also edged to thinking about being locked in the stocks in the basement while wearing heels.  The combo of being bent over and also being on heels would be torture.

Edging while wearing the butt plug I was told to wear gets me so close to the edge so fast.  I did leak some,  but it wasn't so much me getting to close to the edge.  It;s the blug milking cum out as my kegel flexes against the plug and therefore my prostate gland.








  


Friday, May 10, 2013

Today's Edge - Fucking Machine

Today's edge had me thinking about the fucking machine Mistress and I have.  I have used it once in my ass, but not with Mistress.  I imagined her telling me to make sure I am "cleaned out" an hour or so before we start.  I get myself ready and cleaned up.  I show up in the dungeon ready to go.  Mistress would either tie me down to the cross on up or down, or on the kneeling stockade.  She would then proceed to lube up my ass and work a finger or some of our smaller toys to get me loosened up a little.  She would then place the fucking machine ready to fuck my ass.  I imagined her telling me that my cock is not going to get any attention (except possibly pain) and my ass will be the focus of my ordeal.  I imagined it being a slow deliberate deep fucking, but of course Mistress could make it fast and furious.  I imagine her playing with the controls with an evil smile as well as making me beg for more lube when things dry out.

I imagine her using her glass dildo on herself as well as our Hitachi.  She would get multiple orgasms all the while teasing me about how I can't orgasm from my ass - or can I?

The dark side of me thinks about her making me cum in the 1st couple minutes of the session so my ass is getting fucked when I am not horny.  I would be cursing her and using my safe-word and having her ignore it. I would be pissy but know deep down it would make me horny thinking about it.







Monday, May 16, 2011

Today has been an interesting day.  I have been very busy at work and the day has gone by entirely too fast.  That being said, I am in a very horny mood, but nothing specific.  My thoughts have been all over the board.  Most of my thoughts though have been thinking about moving soon and being able to set up a real dungeon.  Being locked in the stocks or tied face up on the cross lying flat with me at MBB's mercy.  Just the thought of it makes me hot.

I found an ad today of a bi female sub looking to submit to a Mistress.  I could see MBB having a female slave as an assistant when MBB wants to torture me.  I also imagine MBB would keep me hooded or blindfolded in this sub's presence so I would never know what she looked like.  That would be a real trip.  Or MBB could have her slave over, lock me in the cage, play with her slave and not allow me to interact at all.  That would be a real mind fuck too.

Thinking about all the thing that we could do just because it's all set up and ready to go.  I can imagine some intense scenes due to having access to all of the gear.  Also MBB would be able to have all of the equipment in sight and would probably be more inclined to use some of it. 

I also got to suntan a little bit today.  I am starting to get faint tan lines on my butt and on my hips.