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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!

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The Sinvention official website is here.

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Hunting Accident

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90Fall was in the air this morning as Josh and Alex left their truck at the trailhead, gravel crunching under their boots. Early morning dewdrops still clung to the foliage and spider webs, and fog still obscured the treetops.

Alex surveyed the brush.

“Heel, boy.” Josh whistled. Alex quickly obeyed. Josh smiled. “Sorry boy, you won’t find anything here. There’ll be plenty further up, I promise.”

“Yes Sir,” Alex replied, readjusting the straps for his backpack.

“Good boy.”

It was quiet as they made their way along the trail. Alex gradually acclimated to the initially crisp smell of ferns and wet gravel. The trees grew thicker, casting shadow across the path. The flat gravel path began to narrow and slope, soon giving way to well-worn earth and natural forest floor.

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Saxophone Lesson

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90Jason strode up the rhododendron-lined walkway to the front door, his alto case in one hand.

“OK Jason,” he swallowed. “You’re only meeting the greatest sax player to ever breathe. There’s nothing to be nervous about…” After a pause, he rang the bell.

Footsteps. The lock turned. The door creaked open.

“Ah, you must be Jason!”

“Y-yes Sir!” Jason stammered, star-struck.

“Please, call me Dave. Come on in!”

Jason followed Dave into the house and into the studio. He set his backpack and saxophone case next to a chair and sat down.

Dave adjusted the window shades and sat down in a chair across from Jason.

“Alright, Jason,” Dave said. “I see you brought your alto. I’m sure you’ve been working very hard to work up some impressive etudes for me as well. And we’ll get to all that. First though, I must impress upon you that I am very demanding of my students and my methods aren’t for everyone. Do you understand?”

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Off the Field

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosDerek huffed impatiently at the door. He could hear the party continuing outside as if nothing was amiss. His body was suddenly pushed backwards.

“HMMMMMCKK!”

Fuck. Derek glared at the ceiling, still trying to avoid reality. Or at least, cherry pick parts of it…

“Ffrrry…” A soft, meek whimper shattered Derek’s denial. He rolled his eyes and tried to give his fellow prisoner a reassuring, forgiving look. Sure, it wasn’t Andy’s fault for losing his balance. But it was his fault for reminding Derek of their situation.

The situation was that Derek, the star quarterback of the college football team, was tied up in a closet, face-to-face with the towel boy! They’d both been stripped of their shirts, hands and feet taped, and were gagged together with a double duty gag. It was a wide leather strap that forced a fake dick into their mouths, made them drool, and the only thing that kept them from kissing was the leather strap that held the peckers.

That wasn’t all though…

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The Art Show

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosMatt and his buddy TJ stood awkwardly by the big steel door of the warehouse. Matt instinctively covering his flaccid penis with one hand, while TJ didn’t even bother trying to cover his big package. He swung his arms idly as they waited for some sort of instruction.

“We ain’t too early, are we?” TJ asked Matt. Matt shook his head.

“No, we’re right on time. And exactly where we were told to be. They must be running late.” Matt finished with a slight hint of annoyance.

“It’s cool, man.” TJ shrugged. “You know how civilians are. They can’t help it.”

Matt nodded. Of course TJ was right. Adjusting to life after years of structured army life had been difficult for both of them. Matt was glad TJ was always so chill.

“C’mon, lighten up!” TJ clapped his friend on the back. “It’s only an art show, ya gotta relax. It’ll be fun! Tell you what, you drop and give me 150. I promise they’ll be ready for us before you finish!”

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Hired Help

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 videosSanchez pulled up in front of the Old McGriffith Farm, a dust cloud stirring up from the wheels of his F-250 as it bumped to a halt. Sanchez adjusted his tie and put on his big white hat and stepped out of the cab.

A big Chevy pulled up next to Sanchez. It was supposed to be blue, but the color had long been obscured by layers of dust. A lean muscular cowboy jumped down from the cab.

“Hey Mike,” Sanchez nodded. He and Mike had been buddies for years and worked several jobs together.

“So this is the place, huh?” Mike drawled. “Good chunk of land, no wonder they need help. Generous deal too.”

Sanchez nodded, pulling the ad out of his pocket. “And it’s a two-year contract. Gotta appreciate that job security.”

It was true enough. $60,000/ year salary plus earned bonuses. Healthcare, retirement plan, room and board supplied, and meals too. It was too good a deal to pass up, even if the farm was out in the middle of nowhere…

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My Marine

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90 handcuffs“U-ughhhh…” I groaned softly through my ballgag as I blinked my eyes open. My neck had a crick, and my jaw ached terribly.

“Hey bud,” a deep voice spoke from above me.

“Huuuuhh…?” I looked up at the handsome face of my partner, Jake. He smiled warmly as he stroked my face.

“Yeah, you fell asleep there for a bit,” he said. I tried to stretch, but quickly found I was still in bondage. My hands were handcuffed to a chain around my waist, and my legs were cuffed and drawn up to the belly chain as well, essentially pigtying me.

“You’re so cute when you sleep,” Jake hugged me closer and nuzzled the top of my head. “I’ve missed this.” I nodded in agreement, nuzzling into his broad, muscular chest.

Jake was still wearing his uniform, boots and all. He liked wearing his uniform at least as much I liked seeing him wear it. Not only for the kink reasons, but personal too.

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Caught in the Act

By Cutieboy90

Cutieboy90“Hey man, I’m gonna shower. Don’t start the laundry yet.” Tony called down the hallway.

“Got it!” I hollered back.

I sat still, waiting for the sound of running water. Holding my breath. The seconds dragged by, as if time had just stopped. Even my heart seemed to slow…

Until at last the rush of water and the clang of the shower door closing signaled the start. This was the cue I’d been waiting for. Like a racer starting at the sound of the buzzer, I was off. Swiftly and silently like a panther stalking its prey, I was down the hall towards the laundry room in an instant. And there, piled in the hamper was Tony’s laundry. A whole week’s worth of worn gym socks and night shirts just waiting to be savored.

I knelt down, taking a particularly fresh-looking sock and bringing it to my nose.

“Mmmmm…” I could never help the initial moan, nor the swoons I felt when breathing Tony’s sweat and musk. There was a sort of spice to his scent, so masculine. I could detect hints of the trees from the park trail he liked to run through, the funk of his shoes, even a faint touch of the Irish Spring soap he used.

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