Mistress Ginger has Ryan spread his legs wide, so she can secure his ankles too. She wraps the cuffs around each ankle and pulls the buckles tight. Rising once again and taking Ryan chin in her hand, Ginger turns his head and stares deeply into his eyes, “slave!” she says demanding his attention, plus causing him to fall deeper because she used a trigger word again. “Are you comfortable?”
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A 10min short Documentary on the BDSM lifestyle, it’s facts and myths.
Whether you are an avid practitioner of the BDSM lifestyle or you are new to the idea, finding people just like yourself can be a lonely path to walk. It certainly isnt as though you can ask your friends and relatives, Do you know a great BDSM site where I can meet people just like me? Although it is seen primarily as a fetish, the word alone lends the impression there is something morally reprehensible about your interest. There isn’t.
Of course there are people who seek to practice BDSM as a fetish and as such are likely to use some form of bondage or sadomasochism for the purposes of sexual power over his or her partner. The difference between the occasional practitioner and those who see it as a lifestyle is that the lifestyle group is more likely to incorporate it into their every day relationship. Both are acceptable, provided only one thing each, whether a Dom or submissive, is doing so consensually.
If Theres Nothing Wrong With It, Why Do You Have to Hide Your Interest?
As with everything not considered normal sex, BDSM is largely misunderstood and often lumped into categories that imply practitioners are sick or perverted. Like a great many things, what people have no understanding of or what they consider to be abnormal, they will label it sick, twisted or perverted. We see this in how humans react to people of a different religion or culture. What is seemingly foreign, whether its ritual surrounding cleansing and blessing food, using certain spices in ones cooking or rites of passage such as tattooing, xenophobia is not relegated or unique to any particular aspect of human behavior. People are raised with a specific set of mores and beliefs and understanding what is deemed acceptable, As such, few have the ability to look outside of their upbringing to understand and accept, let alone explore for themselves. And so a label is slapped onto anything that doesnt make sense.
This doesnt mean there is anything wrong with you! It just means you may have to use alternate avenues to find answers, meet people with similar interests and if need be, answer questions you have about BDSM. What is also means is that you must use caution when sharing with your friends and family that you are into the BDSM lifestyle. While this is wholly unfortunate, it is the way society functions.
How Do You Meet People Just Like Yourself?
This answer is not nearly as problematic as admitting to your friends and family that you are seemingly different from them. Indeed you have long discovered that you cant blurt out at a social gathering that you take part in BDSM, lest you wish to be shunned. You also figured out that you arent able to strike up conversation hoping to elicit advice on where to meet other people like yourself. However, thanks to the Internet, you arent as lost as you may have been 100 years ago or even 20 years ago.
While for the moment you may feel alone and fear being ostracized for your interests, by simply letting your fingers do the walking, you will find yourself introduced to numerous people who share your same interests. Ironically, despite the stigma attached that those into the BDSM lifestyle are twisted, who you will meet are normal every day people doctors, lawyers, teachers, business people, dancers, writers, artists, you name it. In other words, those who take part in BDSM span all intellectual, socioeconomic, cultural even religious backgrounds. Again, whether you are looking for a long-term partner to incorporate your Dom or submissive desires into most every aspect of your relationship or meet someone who can allow you to act out your sexual desires to be a Dom or an submissive, you are a literally a click away from both.
While visiting Los Angeles, we were given the opportunity to tour the Threshold Dungeon.
Barbara was my regular party maid back when I used to host monthly tgirl play parties. She was kind of a pain in the ass sometimes but with her heart in the right place. And it was her birthday, so I’d decided to give her a special treat. During the December party she would get her birthday spankings. All 50 of them.
She was under orders to bring snacks; I’d told her to bring crackers and cheese and fig newtons for my friend Sir Thomas who loves them. She exceeded my expectations by arranging lovely platter of meats and cheeses which pleased me quite a lot.
She was also under orders to wear her PVC maid’s uniform. This uniform has long sleeves and a short skirt and was shiny and black and very very tight. I insisted that Barbara look the part of “bondage maid” – it’s what she was there for! – so she was firmly tucked…her waist tightly corseted…and she wore multiple layers of stockings to make her hairy legs appear silky smooth. I must confess found it a bit frustrating that all that corseting, tucking, and padding made it impossible for me to actually touch her skin. But I was consoled by the fact that I was not in the least attracted to Barbara. She’s just not my “type”, which made it even easier for me to boss her around disdainfully, keep her perpetually teased and never satisfied.
She ate it up.
It took a while for Barbara to get dressed. The transformation from a somewhat beefy auto mechanic to a perfectly made up, padded, tucked & corseted bondage maid is time-consuming.
When she was finally finished with her transformation it was time to put her in bondage. Barbara loved bondage more than anything else. She adored the feeling of being tightly constrained, of not being able to move, of being trapped, helpless, and at my mercy. The damsel in distress is what she most loved to be.
Barbara also had quite a fetish for gags. And she had a dreadful tendency to give suggestions when they’re not wanted. So it worked out very nicely that Barbara loved being gagged so much; I found gagging her to be an excellent way of dealing with this woeful tendency.
The restraint system created to wear while she served as my party maid consisted of cuffs at her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees. Each of these cuffs were connected to the rest by chains, and once all of the cuffs are connected together they were fastened to her collar. With all the pieces on she was hobbled; unable to move her hands, arms, legs or feet freely.
Barbara had arrived just in time for the movie that we were watching that afternoon. So as soon as she was dressed and chained I ordered her to make popcorn. She popped corn and spent some time carrying bags of popcorn around the room serving everyone and taking their drink orders. Once everyone had their snacks and drinks I ordered Barbara to sit in a chair beside the wall waiting until she was needed again. After 45 minutes or so I sent her around the room again checking refreshments, and making sure that all the guests had everything they needed.
After the second round of serving drinks and snacks I decided to give Barbara a little taste of what she’d been craving. I had her sit back down in the chair and proceeded to tie her to it. Knowing that Sir Thomas was a rope aficionado I’d previously asked him to help me with this little damsel in distress bondage session. He was happy to oblige and we tied my little sissy maid very tightly to her chair. Her knees were wrapped in rope and drawn apart so that her thighs were spread wide and I’d flipped her skirt up to completely expose her frilly sissy panties. Her ankles were tightly bound to the chair legs and her wrists and elbows secured to the iron cage behind her chair. She was gagged of course, with a pair of panties balled up, stuffed in her mouth and held in place by a knotted silk scarf. She was blindfolded too, another silk scarf folded up and wrapped tightly around her head. Both the gag and blindfold were held in place by a third scarf wrapped over her head and tied securely around her neck. As the final touch Sir Thomas had arranged a sort of cage of ropes that went over her face pulling her head back and holding it immobile.
I left her like this tied helpless in the chair for several hours; finally releasing her when the evening guests began to arrive. As the nighttime partygoers trickled in Barbara had a few minutes to work the kinks out of her joints. She touched up her makeup and smoothed out her hair in preparation for the next session. Then she arranged a fresh platter of meats, crackers, and cheeses along with utensils and napkins on a serving tray. After a good number of guests had assembled, I summoned my party maid to me. When she’d taken her place before me, head submissively bowed, I threaded a long satin ribbon through the loop in her collar. I then led her around the room with her tray of meats and cheeses.
Her manners were pretty as she presented the refreshments, offering little curtsies along with the nibbles. Everyone seemed pleased with the food and service and I think Barbara was deservedly proud of herself. Naturally I took pains tell everyone that it was her birthday and she would soon be bending over for her spankings.
Soon enough her rounds with a serving tray were finished and it was time for Barbara to get her real treat for the evening. I ordered her to put the foodstuffs away and tidy up. When she returned to stand demurely in front of me I led her over to the conveniently placed spanking bench. I made her bend over and placed her hands flat on the bench. I lifted her skirt in the back to once more expose her frilly ruffled panties and tucked her crinolines into the waistband of her uniform to keep them out of the way. Finally my sissy bondage maid was ready to begin receiving her birthday spankings. I selected an implement from my bag, a large wooden spoon, and started her off with a few good whacks. Interested onlookers were gathering, and I invited them to join in.
Truth be told I can’t recall how many people participated in Barbara’s paddling or exactly which implements they used. There were canes, crops, floggers and paddles, and at least half a dozen of the assembled guests helped to administer the 50 whacks that Barbara counted out in a clear loud voice. And I suppose it would be understandable for you to think, dear reader, that Barbara’s punishment ended there.
But I was just getting warmed up.
Once Barbara had taken a full 50 blows. I led her to the side of the room where I’d previously arranged a low, padded stool. I settled myself comfortably on the stool and instructed her to lie across my lap. I had promised the birthday girl an over the knee spanking and she was about to get her birthday gift. As I said, I find Barbara’s many layers of clothing to be somewhat frustrating in these situations. But between my bare hand, a black wooden paddle and my red leather slapper, I brought a satisfying redness to her pantyhose covered buttocks. I held her tightly around the waist as I spanked her and admired the pretty picture made by her frothy white crinolines surrounding her exposed red asscheeks.
When I finally decided she’d been paddled soundly enough I allowed Barbara to climb down from my lap, then ordered her to show her thanks by kissing & worshiping my feet. After I’d had enough of her foot worship I lead her into the corner and seated her in the club’s medical chair. And there I tied her down once again, tightly tying her arms, legs and even her chest to the sturdy metal chair. Another panty gag was placed in her mouth, her eyes were blindfolded once more, and Barbara spent the rest of her birthday evening happily bound in the corner with Mistress occasionally stroking her legs.