Just a follow-up to my posting last week about the Bondagegate site.
Turns out you can use the “wayback machine” web archive page to look it up. Click here.
Thanks to heavybondage861 for the information!
Just a follow-up to my posting last week about the Bondagegate site.
Turns out you can use the “wayback machine” web archive page to look it up. Click here.
Thanks to heavybondage861 for the information!
Because I keep some old porn mags next to the cage and he found the stash.
Snarling young Master Aiden appears in sportsgear and discovers that this pathetic sub is chained to a bench with his legs strapped wide open. He swipes the runt with a cane and has full access to his gaping arsehole and tender balls. Spreading the sub’s hole wide excites the Master, who soon can hold back no longer and ploughs his big dick deep into the runt’s rear, fucking him lick the little slut he is. This hard-fucking session causes real excitement to the sub, who soon has to swallow the top’s impressive dick. This makes the sub ream – it’s very long and fat and Aiden really knows what to do with it!
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By Leatherboston
I am about to enter into a chastity agreement with a friend who is willing to be my key-holder and be strict and adhere to the conditions I list in a chastity agreement. See draft agreement. Just curious if you or your readers have any suggestions for additional stipulations for the contract? I want it to be realistic but also challenging.
CHASTITY AGREEMENT
This is an agreement dated __________ and between ______ , herein referred to as the caged male and ______, herein referred to as the key-holder. This is a consensual agreement between two adults of sound mind and body for chastity control and key-holder services. Both parties enter into this agreement freely and openly, and without coercion of any kind.
The contract will enter into force immediately on the date signed by both parties and will remain in effect for thirty days, self-renewing period, plus any earned penalty days. After which time the contract will be satisfied and the key-holder will let the caged male go free. The caged male agrees to be locked in a chastity device for said contract period plus any penalty days earned during the contract period.
By Greg Alexander
Trevor walked into Dirty Nick’s, sat down at the bar, and ordered a Guinness. Dirty Nick’s was a favorite for the boys of Delta Psi — for one thing because it was right down the street from the frat house, and for another because the owner was a former frat boy, which meant that guys like Trevor never got carded. Granted, Trevor had a fake, like everyone at Delta Psi. And anyway, he was coming up on 21 in a matter of months — he was old for his year. But it was good not to get carded.
Trevor spotted his group of friends sitting at one of the tables in the corner. They were all Delta Psi brothers, except for one or two dudes on the crew team. It wasn’t that Trevor had any particular problem hanging out with guys who weren’t in the frat, or on one of his teams, every now and then, but he found most of the guys at school to be tools, wusses, douche bags, or probably a little gay. The brothers of Delta Psi were the one exception — everyone one of them was a real bro, someone Trevor felt like he could chill with.
By bossox
i had contacted Master via the Recon site. i travel to Chicago fairly often and we agreed to meet one free afternoon that i had during my trip. i explained to Him what interested me and after several back and forth emails, it seemed like we might be a good fit. Master is a definitive top, strict and demanding but He assured me that He was safe and would respect my limits, but with a view towards generally expanding them. This gave me a great deal of comfort.
As to my interests, they’re your normal, run-of-the-mill slave sort of things:
The trip seemed to take forever between various meetings. Finally, the agreed time came and i drove to Master’s suburban home. i was a bit nervous and could feel my hear beating. But it was exciting too.
By slavebladeboi
“C’mon, strip!”
“Aw, not again, Doug.”
“Yeah. You know the plan. I make them, you try them.”
My partner for the last three years was Doug. He was an ‘artist in metal,’ at least that’s what his internet site says. In fact he makes the most amazing and clever metal bondage items to order or off the shelf that anyone can imagine. As his partner, I get to try them out to see if there are any rough edges or something that looks good on paper is simply an arse to get on or into.
“OK, but I was in the middle of your new ad for the site.”
“That’s fine, you’ll get plenty of time before Monday.”
My day job in IT brought in the regular money, while his skill brought in shed loads at times and nothing for the rest of the year.
“C’mon, strip here and get over into the workshop. You’ll be amazed.”
I usually was, it’s true. I heard him welding, sawing and hammering for the past few days, sometimes until midnight or more. Whatever was there now must be a real work of art.