作者 Destin Salvatore
现在回看起来，你与贞操锁不期而遇的那个夜晚是那么的普通。你同往常一样，在网络上浏览着你喜欢的配菜。捆绑、调教、皮革、乳胶、SM，你熟练地在网站上输入关键词，按下回车键。在茫茫黄片的海洋中，一位身型壮硕的模特突然抓住了你的眼球。准确来说，是他两腿间阴茎上的装饰物吸引了你的注意，让这部短片在一众视频中脱颖而出。你好奇地点进了视频，想知道这新奇玩意儿到底是什么。
视频中的演员不断的恳求另一位全身被黑色皮革包裹的男子，哀求着射精。皮革男只是不断的调戏他，玩弄他的乳头，用带着黑色皮手套的手肏他的嘴，后庭还不断被电击肛塞刺激着。镜头给了这位小奴的鸡吧一个特写：硕大的龟头在一个透明壳子里被挤的红里发白，阴囊也被阴茎根部的环顶了起来，看起来鼓鼓囊囊的，仿佛随时都能爆开一样，包皮从壳子侧面用来通风的小孔挤了出来，形成了一个紫红色的小包，透明壳子的上面还挂着一把小小的铜锁，锁上写着：主人的财产。你很快就搞明白了这个结构——这把小小的铜锁把模特的鸡吧牢牢地困在了这坚硬的透明牢笼中！
原来射精也能被控制！
By X363430
It wasn’t a normal meeting. It was one of strict finality. This was one that I chose to do willingly without regard to anything or anyone. I had looked long and hard all over and finally found the one person who had a similar idea to me. One of a slave encased in steel in a perm service position. It took a lot of discussion and measurements to get things ready to go. But I think that in the end, I will be totally happy.
Master was a Master out in Nevada that I had seen online but was quiet and allowed the normal leather queens to do their thing but to overall ignore them. Master was looking for a slave that Master could add to his household that was very extreme. This was no small feat since most slaves are not wanting to cut off ties to the outside world. Many do not fit into the profile. Master had very specific requirements. One, the slave had to be disowned, no family whatsoever; two, most if not all his friends were either into S&M or were supportive of him doing it; and, three, he had to be willing to be put into one position for the rest of his life, never to move again, only to be used for torture and sex.
By submissivekink79
TRUE STORY!!!
I had the greatest experience I have ever had last night. I had a dream to come true. I was dominated by a forceful man, and I loved every minute of it.
I met him on the net, and he lived close to me, and we worked out a time for me to come play. Then I got up the nerve to ask him if he would dominate me. I had a particular fantasy, and I shared it with him. He agreed, and I was so excited I was shaking all day Thursday.
Well Friday night came. I drove to the address he gave me. Knocked on the door, and he answered, and invited me in and I was told to strip, and he will meet me in the bedroom on the left of the hallway.
I was to strip, and walk into the bedroom and stand before him, and hand him the key to the locks, and then lock the chain around my neck, and hand him the end of the chain. I did exactly that.
By BikerSubSlave
Tim had developed an interest in leather during his early years, mainly through seeing the odd leather clad biker passing through the small town he grew up in. Being a teenager in the pre internet years meant there was little information or support for Tim to access about being gay, especially as the cruelty of Section 28 imposed by the Thatcher government meant it had never been discussed in his school years.
Those adolescent years were a confusing time, not really understanding what it was to be gay, let alone understanding that being aroused by men in leather was totally normal. As was having desires that went beyond run of the mill sex that others seemed totally preoccupied with.
The struggle of working out who he was and balancing it with family life meant Tim hunkered down and realised his escape from the parental control and stifling nature of small-town life could come by going to university. The combination of wanting to go far enough away from home to have freedom to find out who he was and also have a vibrant gay scene meant London was the obvious choice.
By putsjess
I woke up early on a Thursday morning in July. It was going to be a hot day, temps getting into the mid 90s. I was going to drive over to my boyfriend’s apartment and hang out for a bit before heading to a BBQ and possibly to the clubs. Now let me say, I wear Levi’s everyday. I was a little worried about the abnormally warm day, but my legs are like chicken legs and so keeping them covered is important to me. Plus I love having denim hug my legs and my bubble ass.
So I decide to pull out my favorite tight Levi’s 501 light wash button fly jeans, my white “wife beater” undershirt, my calf high white socks with the red Levi’s logo on them, my white chuck Taylor converse, white canvas belt with the red Levi’s logo all around and a seat belt style buckle, and a light blue shirt snap down shirt. As you can tell, I love Levi’s!
I slip on my wife beater, then pulled on my Levis (no underwear), and then I pulled on my socks. I also put on my snap down shirt. I tuck in my shirt, and then button up the fly of my tight Levis. I slip on my belt and buckle it tight. I then put on my white converse high tops. I like to roll up my Levis to highlight my shoes and socks. So I roll up my Levis to show my shoes and the socks Levis logo actually is right above the height of my converse so I roll up my Levi’s above that logo. I do a look in the mirror and notice my tight bulge and ass and give a thumbs up!
By OKLASH
I can’t stop imagining walking across your threshold for our initial visit. You meeting me at your door with a warm smile, dressed comfortably and welcoming me inside. Looking me over from head to toe, you smile as you notice my bare feet in leather flip flops. I am happy to respond to your offer to kick them off and leave them beside the umbrella stand in your entry. I love to go barefoot inside, and it will be my pleasure to experience the tactile feel of your floors on the bottom of my feet as we walk inside.
Inviting me to follow you to your comfortable den, you ask me to stand in the center of the room as you sit down, saying you just want to look at me. Your smile is genuine, but my awkwardness is evident. You are quick to issue your first instruction, this one designed to help me relax. Happily, I step my feet a bit apart, just outside my hips, and lock the fingers of my hands together behind my head. You appear to notice my expression of trust, and I can tell that you are impressed with how I hold my elbows up and back, putting my chest on upright erect display. And your eyes are drawn to the tenting of the front of my thin polyester running shorts. I blush as you offer compliments on the view that you behold.
By Hung in Handcuffs
I thought I would just be able to slide through that minor traffic ticket with a quick guilty plea wearing dark jeans and a bright white polo before catching the NE Regional to meet up at my buddy’s house to hang out. I was a young guy — and it was just usual traffic court so I would apologize, pay up, show the judge respect and call it a day.
Turns out there was a change of plans, there was a severely overdue fine from a parking ticket I had gotten back in college during finals that had somehow slipped my radar. Awkwardly the judge informed me that I was automatically remanded into custody since it was an outstanding warrant, in front of a packed courtroom of people who forgot to update their tags or had minor speeding tickets.
Shocked, I allowed myself to be quickly handcuffed behind my back before almost forgetting my bag. Still stunned, I quickly nodded back at my backpack sitting under the chair I had been waiting in for my ticket number to get called.
By bdsmsydney
Nic slammed on the brakes. In the dark, nearly midnight, He had nearly missed seeing the biker at the exit to the petrol station. Bikers jacket, but no helmet and no bike.
The biker smiled and thanked Nic for the lift, yes he was going all the way back to Sydney. The biker slumped back and closed his eyes. Nic looked him over, about 30, short but fit, well-fitting quality bikers jacket and black jeans, with a prominent bulge in the crotch and tall Doc Marten boots with red laces. Clean shaven black hair and masculine.
Nic was already getting the stirring of an erection.
The biker had just got himself into a lot of trouble, Nic hoped.
Where was his bike? But the biker was exhausted. Not now, Nic thought.