
B trying on for size a Mr. S neoprene straightjacket

M’s dusty boots. There were a number of other accoutrements not pictured in this photo from that evening.

B’s boobies – featuring splinter resistant clothespins (Ikea – the choice of thrifty perverts!), homemade latex skirt, Dr. Marten boots and a posture collar pull chain.

M off in therapy land – leather sleepsack, S10 gasmask with hacked in Camelback, Sony MDR-V6 headphones, Estim Systems power control box & undisclosed electrodes.
Roasted squash w/ couscous, goat cheese, zucchini, raisins… and avocado, carrot & orange salad.
There has been more than one occasion when I’ve been out drinking with friends, and I come back to M’s place afterward when he’s out of town. I usually end up texting him or calling him, but I also have been known to do some pretty kinky things with only one or two drinks in me.
The first time that happened I ended up in a latex catsuit.
Another time I ended up wearing a mask and latex heels.
And yet another time I ended up playing with the e-stim box.
The most recent night of drunken kink started out with what we jokingly call a “horny purchase”, with shipping promising its delivery the day before M gets back. I confessed this to M afterward, though the original intention was that it would be a surprise for the night he got back. The night ended with spandex, my favorite mask, and the e-stim box, with M watching on video chat.
M laughs about it, and acts surprised that I’d do such a thing — that I’d make a horny purchase and that I’d do such kinky things without him around. But he doesn’t complain about it too much, so I think he doesn’t mind. ;)