Tutivillus recounts a scene where he may have gone a little too far…and risked grievous personal injury at the hands of a violated vegetarian in a coffin.
(Humor! Tutivillus plays safely and respects limits)
MindnBody is one of my favorites, and I’m proud to call him my friend. DarlingEvil and I have done several scenes with him, photographed several. His specialty (although, it’s only one skill in a vast arsenal) is Rope.
Flogging a bound woman
(An example of MindnBody’s work (a scene he rigged with the help of Nick_M))
I asked him to share with us what he carries in his Rope Bag. Most of his rope comes from the notorious Twisted Monk (That man really needs to sponsor this Site…)
Rope Bag
Top row:
2 50ft 8mm Ox Blood Red
2 50ft 8mm Black
2 50ft 6mm Red
2 15ft 6mm Black
2 15ft 6mm Red
2 15ft 6mm Natural
Middle Row:
1 30ft 8mm Red
2 30ft 6mm Natural
2 30ft 6mm Black
2 30ft 6mm Red
1 50ft 4mm Natural
1 15ft 4mm Ox Blood Red
1 15ft 6mm Spun Bamboo Rope by Madame Butterfly
2 10m 6mm Red Osada Steve Jute Rope
Bottom Row: The Hardware
“The Boss” Pussy Hook
Ass Hook
Nose Hook
Top: 2 locking caribiners and my swivel
Bottom left: Shibari Ring
Bottom Right: Snap Shackle and Accessory Ring
Top: Rigging Plate and accessory locking caribiners
Bottom: Various Rings, clips and pulleys
Safety kit with Flashlight, Safety Scissors and sail makers knife (Has a serrated blade and a marlin spike)
Get me in a room with a couple of really sick and twisted Kinky folk. Lube the situation with some basic chatter and before the clock can roll more than five minutes devious things begin to happen.
It starts with simple talk. A basic skeleton forms, we throw tendon, muscle, skin at it. Soon it’s a breathing, living beast of evil intent. A group Scene is born!
Gather the victims, pull the supplies, make it happen. A chorus of screams is one of the most beautiful and satisfying things in my world. I love it. I start laughing wildly as I work – a maniacal smile cracking across my face.
I asked this question on FriendFeed yesterday and got a fairly typical response. It was simply a response from a fairly “vanilla” audience. So I ask a more “Kink-centric” audience the question.
When do you consider a relationship “Open”?
Is it the act of letting go of your partner while they play in a Scene with another?
Is it you or your partner participating in the various acts of sex in all it’s various and wonderful forms with another?
I’m not talking about Polyamory. I’m addressing the concept of Open relationships. Engaging in Play (provide your own definition of that word) without the additional attachment you find in Poly situations.
I had my first session with my ponyboy… it went so well I even attached a video for your enjoyment. (Yes I am trying to be funny…)
This video represents how intense it made me feel.
Who says that having sex with your pony boy equates to bestiality? If you ask me… they are full of it. However, should I be concerned that he is hung like a horse?
I had to discipline him this evening. It was quite empowering to be in my 6″ heels, wielding my crop, and holding the reigns attached to his head piece harness. I think I did a good job… either that or I should look into some salt peter.
I need a name for my pony… any suggestions?
I finished the evening by fitting a CB3000 and attaching my padlock. Got to train him to be a good pony. Enjoy the video, it is pretty funny, and plus hearing Joan Collins say fuck is priceless.
More to come, we must get crackin… we have a fetish event coming up… and I would love to bring my pony with me!
Meow!
I had my first session with my ponyboy… it went so well I even attached a video for your enjoyment. … yes I am trying to be funny… this video represents how intense it was. But who says that having sex with your pony boy equates to beastiality? If you ask me… they are full of it. However, should I be concerned that he is hung like a horse?I had to discipline him this evening. It was quite empowering to be in my 6″ heels, weilding my crop, and holding the reigns in his harness. It really turned me on… I think I did a good job… either that or I should look into some salt peter.
After watching a scene, a friend of mine was putting her “toys” back into her box. There they were… a pair of Leg Irons. My feet shot out, my mouth salivated, my pulse raced. They were a birthday present from her husband. She grinned ear to ear and was all to happy to accommodate my wish. She then realized her matching wrist irons were in the car! 5 minutes later I was “in irons”, and in my mind, my own personal slice of submissive heaven. As I moved around the party, socialized and smoked, I could not help but grin ear to ear. Feeling the cold chains on my skin refreshing. Being teased, touched, and paddled a few times playfully. Is this what it feels like to “play” at a party? Why in the hell has it taken me so long? This was my 5th event, and I must say it was a night full of “Firsts” for this cat.
3 hours later, the irons were removed. I sat and pondered, as I watched a suspension scene, a flogging scene, fellow party goers showing off their toys, what am I to do next? Flogging? No, not yet. Rope? Nah, don’t have the guts to ask. Then I saw her… another friend of mine, who is well known for her imagination, sadistic streak and skill with needle play. She had this surgical stapler in her toy box, that I have been curious as hell about, but afraid to try. So I asked her, and she just grinned her beautiful hazel eyed smile.
Needless to say, I ended the evening with 16 staples and pretty yellow ribbon. I was pleasantly surprised, and loved the sensation. (especially one in each nipple allowing for my tassels) I left the staples & ribbon in for about an hour or more as I moved around the party. Relishing in each of my movements, as they tugged, pulled and strained my skin.
I am in no way a “pain slut” but this sensation and feeling of Saturday evening are ones that I will not soon forget. For those that know me, they know it was a big step for me. I gleefully claim that I crave more of these “sensations” as I move down this path. It makes me think and ponder this one question “Why did I wait so long?”
The leather manacles bite into my wrists as I pull hard on the chain above my head. My jaw aches. my tongue burns, the bitterness of the ball gag in my mouth has me drooling. The sweet whisper of cruelties tickle my ear as I hear the swoosh, then the thwack of the paddle against my ass. The burn and sting of each blow has me writhing in painful ecstasy. Each blow transcends me higher and higher until I am adrift with only the Master’s voice to keep me grounded to this plain. Ah how sweet the ecstasy of submission, being drunk on my own endorphins cradled in the arms of my lover, safe, warm and cherished. Then the next day it hits. The drop out of sub-space into the seething snake pit of emotions commonly known as sub-drop. Sub-drop is the down-side of our play. Writhing self-pity, squirming self-doubt all churning about into a miasma of emotions that are worthy of a teenage girl on her period. Simply put journeys of such heights and depths as we traverse cannot be made without paying some toll. Simply said There Ain’t No Such Thing As Free Lunch (TANSTAFL). If you dance to the tune you must needs pay the fiddler.
So how do you keep the cost to a minimum? Here are some suggestions:
1) Keep the line of communication with your play partner open. If you aren’t living together, follow-up calls are always a good thing. A bit of reassurance and affirmation help tremendously.
2) If possible, keep an article of clothing, a shirt, pillow case or handkerchief that smells of your play partner as a momentary security blanket. His/her scent near you can trigger the good memories that are the positive part of play. Simply remembering the experience in a positive light helps tremendously.
3) Play often. The more you play keeps the sub-drop away. Our resident expert Tutivillus said so.
4) Pamper yourself.
5) Eat well, i.e., nutritiously.
6) Talk to friends
7) Journal
