Bondage (Non Fiction)










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The title pretty much says it all, or at the very least it was how the conversation ended. My world is a little weird and I’m the first to admit I’m a little more askew than the square peg trying to fit into a round hole analogy. First off make no mistake I love the Chesty Blonde and we have a great relationship, well established limits, and in fairness a certain amount of a Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy.

When “I want to tie you up” leads to “you ...



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So there I am literally in the middle of a relatively intense scene, a lovely woman who was well tied, and well tortured much to her blissed out delight by that point was squirming deliciously just inches from me as we kept her on the edge of orgasm for a cruelly elongated period of time while continuing the torment. Somewhere between deciding whether to pick up a cane or crop and what part to beat (again) next for some uncanny reason I thought of

Realizing You’re the Mean Guy



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It’s funny that on my lifestyle accounts I can have anyone in the world and the Blonde doesn’t flinch Porn Stars No Problem, Old Lovers and Playmates…again no issues. Nude’s and graphic videos and pics of people I know being very, very dirty…all the better. People I did or do absolutely obscene things to in the name of expressing my sexual drive no worries. She doesn’t break a sweat. She knows that there is the part of me that needs that sort of outlet for my own satisfaction after all whether its showing or not I am a carnal person most of the time. Enter the other page…after all even I need to keep my lifestyle hidden from most coworkers, parents (remember my mother calls me a pornographer), great Aunt Mille and the like. It’s sort of my own don’t ask don’t tell policy…don’t ask about what I do and I won’t tell you but if you ask well then all bets are off.

Old Playmates, Lovers, and Jealousy