M, sporting my favorite gag.
Tag: kinkytofu
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Dusty Boots
M’s dusty boots. There were a number of other accoutrements not pictured in this photo from that evening.
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Tools of Therapy
Tools of Therapy – two estim power control boxes and whitenoise generator.
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Strapped In
B strapped in – P.E.S. vagina electrode & an unforgiving Eroscillator
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Clothes Pins
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.
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Sleepsack
M off in therapy land – leather sleepsack, S10 gasmask with hacked in Camelback, Sony MDR-V6 headphones, Estim Systems power control box & undisclosed electrodes.
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Roasted squash w/ couscous, goat cheese, zucchini, raisins… and avocado, carrot & orange salad.
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We encourage you to get hard in the dressing room to try it out.
Mr. S employee, said to M when we were doing a bit of shopping -
What I do when I’m a little drunk and M’s not home…
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. ;)
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Kinky Comfort
Trying to fall asleep by myself in bed last night, I could do anything but sleep. I eventually gave up and reached for a vibrator and a mask to see if that would help me relax and drift off. It was quick and nothing special, but it did the trick to relax me… just not enough to fall into slumber.
I pulled the neoprene hood off. It’s one of my favorites. I love it when M wears it. I really like wearing it. It’s surprisingly comfortable and sexy, with only an opening for the mouth and chin.
I pulled the hood off and tried to relax, tried to let sleep overtake me. And then it hit me. And I pulled the hood back on and just laid there in the dark. And it was exactly what I needed.
When M puts me in the sleepsack, I’ve come to beg him to tighten it around me. It’s made for him, and so I have space to move around inside it, but I beg for him to tie the straps tightly around me.
The hood was similar in a lot of ways. It was comforting. Wearing it made my mind forget about everything else that was racing through it, and instead focus on that feeling.
I eventually slipped the hood off again, and fell asleep thinking about the next time M will tighten the straps around me and slip that hood on me. It was exactly what I needed.
M jokes that when we stop dating one day, that I’ll be like his previous girlfriends, and shrug off the kink, giving it up when I give up him. I hope that day doesn’t happen, but even if it does, I now know that kink won’t be disappearing from my life.