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Cutieboy90 gets a posture collar from Sinvention

Cutieboy90 got a posture collar from Sinvention. He sent these pictures, and he also wrote a product review. See below.

Cutieboy90 gets a new posture collar

 

Posture Collar Review – Sinvention

By Cutieboy90

Getting new gear is always exciting. Even more exciting is when said gear meets or exceeds your expectations and you find yourself panting and drooling before you even put it on. This is the case with the posture collar I got from Church of Sinvention.

Based in Stratford, Ontario, Canada, the Church of Sinvention has been handcrafting leather fetish gear since 1998. They offer an extensive product line of bondage equipment, and include many customizable options. Most items require several weeks lead time, due to the manufacturing time of handcrafted goods. However, the high quality is well worth the wait.

I ordered my posture collar in a custom color combination, tan and white. This collar comes standard with one D ring, locking posts, two padlocks, and a tuck loop for the extra strap end. The inside of the collar is completely lined. Sinvention’s attention to detail is incredible.

Out of the box, the collar was wrapped in tissue, and came in a sheer black bag. The two black-finished padlocks were included in their posts. A hand-written thank you card was included from the Mother of Sinvention herself.

After ogling over the fine presentation, the next thing was to put it on! This is a tall posture collar – 4 ½” tall in the front, and 3 ¾” on the sides. Being lined, the inside surface is smooth and soft, and feels very nice to the touch. In addition, the top and bottom edges are rolled over for even more comfort.

The collar is secured with two locking posts at the back, which fit through metal grommets and accommodate padlocks. These grommet holes and locking posts are a very close diameter, which results in almost no play or give. One thing to be mindful about is that the tight clearance can also make lining up the posts with the holes a little challenging if you’re fastening the collar on yourself.

I am always amazed at how comfortable Sinvention’s products are, this collar being no exception. Having worn it for two hours before writing this review, I’ve felt no discomfort of any kind from the collar. It is a product that was very thoughtfully designed and tested, in addition to being well crafted. Of course comfort is an important aspect to look for in gear for long-term scenes or sessions, so that is one thing I am very happy about.

Don’t let the comfort fool you though! It’s soft to the skin, but the English bridle leather is seriously durable and unyielding. Again, this choice of material is another testament to the product’s purpose — that is, bondage. Made by some serious, experienced kinky minds, and surely appreciated by the like!

As you can see in the pictures, I’ve got my posture training underway! And Sinvention’s posture collar is the perfect equipment to do that with for years to come! Many thanks to Julie, Mother of Sinvention for an exquisite product, and first-class customer service!

Posture Collar Review - Sinvention

 

Metal would like to thank Cutieboy90 for this review and picutres!

You can read bondage stories written by Cutieboy90 here.

The Sinvention official website is here.

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Island Paradise – Part 2: Chapter 13

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 13: What Everyone’s Wearing on Palmerston Road

When you first get your collar, it feels so heavy, it’s almost like you’re an animal wearing one of those wooden yokes you see in pictures of, like, primitive places or whatever.  Of course you get used to it pretty fast.  But when they first put it on you, it’s a big thrill.  I mean, it’s not like, hmmm, this is a new piece of clothing, I wonder how I’m gonna like it, maybe I’ll take it off.  Your collar is fuckin ATTACHED to you!  And you’re gonna be wearin it for the rest of your life!  So like I said, big thrill!

“What’s this?” Malcolm said, looking down at my cock.  Which was sticking straight up.

“Dunno,” I said.  “Guess it likes my number.”

“He really is a smartass,” Jojo said.

“Whatever,” Malcolm said.  “Now sit on that chair.”

Too bad, I thought.  Nobody likes my dick.  Anyway, there were some old wooden chairs in the room, and I sat down on one of them.  Behind me, something switched on.  Something electric.  Something that made a loud whirring noise.  “Hold still,” Malcolm said.  “I’m gonna buzz you off.”

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Daniel is brought to an underground sex dungeon

Daniel is brought deep into the depths of an underground sex dungeon

In “Exotic Species,” Daniel retreats to his room to think through his current status, unsure of what it means or how to control it. Terrified of being seen, he hides away for a period before taking a meditative run alongside a quiet pond. At the water’s edge, he finds not only some peace of mind, but the handsome, horned figure from his first day at the gym! Under the mysterious man’s spell, Daniel is brought deep into the depths of an underground sex dungeon, unaware of what bestial, carnal activities go on. Little does he know of what the satyr has in store for him, or what familiar faces will return…

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Story: Stripes, Chapter 3: Exotic Species

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Male bondage porn: Stefano in ‘Blind Muscle’

Bodybuilder Stefano’s torture while standing erect continues. He’s flogged. His torso, cock and inter thighs are beat with the riding crop. Then a special surprise: Electricity!

Stefano in ‘Blind Muscle’

Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect, his arms at his sides chained away from his body, his legs spread and chained, his back aching, forced to remain erect and unbending for hours by the steel collar around his neck. It’s the ideal position for maximum appreciation of his physique. He is gagged and completed naked, a voiceless slab of male muscle. Anthony rubs down every inch of his glorious body with baby oil before flogging him mercilessly on his abs and pecs, stopping only to grope his reddened, warm flesh and his fat, hairless cock and balls. Then Anthony switches to a horse crop – delivering a new, much sharper pain to his torso, inner thighs and cock. In total darkness, Stefano is terrified and confused. Then a live electrode touches his metal collar.

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Title of this episode: STEFANO: Blind Muscle – Chapter 5

Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect

Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 03

By Joshua Ryan

Chapter 3: Exceeding the Ideal

The flight was beautiful — the turquoise sea studded with emerald islands, then the purple thrust of St. Bevons, relic of an extinct volcano, with a city relaxing on its flank.

The Wellington International Airport is small but friendly.  In an American airport, you have to fend for yourself.  At Wellington, a gang of attendants in brown uniforms lines up in the luggage department, waiting to take your bags and carry them to Ground Transportation.  The first one in line grabbed my belongings–one bag in the left hand, one in the right, the third tucked under his arm–and before I knew it he was stowing it all in the trunk of a cab.

The guy was young and fresh-faced and very cute, with a strand of yellow hair poking out from under his little brown cap.  Too bad our encounter was so rushed!  I reached in my pocket for an outsized tip when the cab driver, an elderly black man with a rum-thick accent, intervened.  “No wurries, sirr.  You doan tip thee slappie boys.”

Slappie boys!  So this little corn-fed Midwesterner with the brown shorts and the brown short-sleeved shirt and the glint of a silver necklace underneath his collar—he was a slappie!  Obviously, St. Bevons had several ranks of hierarchy, and they weren’t arranged in order of race.  But fuck!  How hot can this be!

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New Year’s Party

By Mister-X/Spartan

Normally at work on New Year’s Eve we are let out early.  But this time I had work that needed to get done that day.  Naturally we had chosen that day to go to a party, and I needed to get home to get dressed for it.  The party was one in which my partner, Dan, was to be dressed as a police officer and I was to be dressed as an escaped criminal that he was returning to prison after capturing me.  He would be putting me in an authentic prison uniform, one that we purchased on e-Bay, covered with a lot of chains.

Dan had a friend who worked in the state prison about 100 miles away, and he had gotten an authentic prison uniform and badge, as well as an authentic prisoner metal collar with the identification of a real-live prisoner on it, one that was in prison for life.  We hoped to win the party’s contest for best dressed.  Dan’s friend told him to make sure that these are not revealed to any law enforcement personnel, or he would get into trouble!

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