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I can take some cock hair clippings and drop them into your mouth and then buckle in a ball gag OR I can insert the vaginal stimulator on high for 30 minutes.

I can place the TENs unit nipple electrodes on level 3 for 45 minutes OR I can place a clothespin on your clit for 45 minutes.

I can give you a warm enema and then fuck your cunt while you hold it and ultimately release it in front of me OR I can take a very large dildo and fuck your cunt with that while you repeat “I’m a large dildo freak”.

You can wear a very tight crotch rope all day OR you can wear a pair of ballet boots all day.

You can spend the night in a cage OR you can spend the night hogtied on the floor.

You can have the TENs unit connected directly to your clit on level 2 for 10 minutes OR you can have the TENs unit attached to your asshole on level 3 for 40 minutes.

You can give me a good 15 minute rim job after I have jogged five miles OR I can lock your ankles in stocks and relentlessly cane the bottom of your feet for 15 minutes.

You can suck my toes for 15 minutes after I’ve worn old canvas shoes and ran through a mud puddle OR I can vigorously finger fuck your cunt for 15 minutes.

You can be bound in a chair with a catheter of which the other end is securely placed into your mouth so you can recycle your urine for the day OR I can eat a dinner comprised of nothing but asparagus then place a funnel in your mouth, piss in it and just get the whole thing over with at once.

You can spend 30 minutes in a strappado and spreader bar with a large butt plug in your ass OR you can be bound in the yoga position bent over and your neck tied off to your ankles for 30 minutes.

You can be shackled for the day and a sensory deprivation hood pulled over your head complete with white noise ear plugs and fucked whenever it is convenient for me OR you can be nude and immobilized in a chair stationed in the backyard and smeared, head to foot, with sorghum molasses.

You can be bound spread-eagle on your back with your head immobilized while water drips directly onto your forehead for 1 hour OR you can be comfortably bound in a chair nude out in the weather on a rainy day for 2 hours.

You can have sliced fruit stuck in your cunt and then be fucked until I cum inside of you and then remove the contents of your cunt and feed it to you OR you can suck my cock and swallow my cum after I have eaten lots of red meat, garlic and asparagus.

You decide. Hurry up because I don’t have all day here.

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So I’m cruising through the grocery store scanning my surroundings when suddenly I see something. Two females chatting. One turns and I get a full on look at her face. In my mind I’m thinking, wow, she has no chin or neck. I can’t quite see all of her and then she turns back around. I did notice she had nice hair but I’m still making my way around the object that is obscuring my full on view. And then I see it, her hair. It is amazing. Full and deep auburn. Hair that screams out health and youth and beauty. It was long and thick. It was captivating hair. I hadn’t seen hair this beautiful in ages. With hair like that she could be as ugly as a mud fence and people wouldn’t care. It was the sort of hair you want to run your cock all through before ejecting a milky white substance into it.

Her hair was fetishized.

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It isn’t like I haven’t been experimenting with this concept for a long time. But recently more so, at least in my personal life. Take yesterday for example. I tied her spread-eagle to the bed, completely nude. I, of course, used hemp rope to draw each limb outward; tightly, tautly. Then I inserted the vaginal stimulator and added the TENs unit to her nipples. She really, really hated the vaginal stimulator. Some chicks do. Some really like it while some just completely, without hesitation, hate its presence in their pussy. She was the latter. BUT, while she found the TENs very painful, it was also pleasurable. It enters that realm where you have something painful you derive pleasure from but at the same time you aren’t sure if you should be worried about it at the same exact time. When the pain becomes so sharp, so noticeable that you can’t decide whether you like it or whether you want it removed –that’s where I like it. And that’s where I had her. The pain was so intense, so discomforting, so distracting in nature that, well, that was the time to make my move. I could see she was just staring straight ahead, trying to concentrate on keeping herself in check. Yeah, that’s the time to make your move. So I did. I got right up in her face and made her give me a big kiss. A kiss through her ball gag that I needed to insert earlier in order to keep her screams in check. I had to ask her twice. Apparently she didn’t hear me the first time. When she gave me a kiss that was quick and abbreviated I had her do it again, passionately. “Take your time”, I said. Do it like you mean it. When she completed the task I went ahead and took complete advantage of her. I held her head in place and began to kiss her mouth, her ball gagged mouth. I kissed her lips, I ravished her mouth through her gag. I was lustful in nature. I made sure my kisses were over the top. I kissed her until she became hysterical for me to stop. Why? Because she was in extreme discomfort. That’s why!! And when I was done kissing her mouth I moved to her nipples. Those same nipples that were being shocked. It was fascinating to me, knowing those gorgeous nipples were being shocked into extreme discomfort, that my tongue was making it’s rounds about that same nipple –while she begged me not do do it. Yeah, I took advantage. Then I started to feel her button, her hole. I knew this was something she often did not care for. So I did it anyway. I did it because I knew it was something that wasn’t going to make her any happier or assuage her discomfort –that is why I did it. She finally asked me to stop. She asked me sternly, strongly and without any hesitation. She didn’t like it. I began to take great pleasure in the fact her ball gag was so tightly buckled in. I watched her, right in her face, while she tried to swallow, while she tried to bite down, tried to push it out, tried to make the ball gag even slightly more comfortable in her mouth –it just wasn’t happening. It was buckled in there too tightly. And I continued to watch her, to look at her in the face from a mere six inches away. I asked her to tell me to turn up the electricity. I’d already asked her this several times previously. We were close to her maximum now but I told her to ask me any way. Of course, I obliged. And when she screamed into her ball gag, when she was again intently staring directly into nowhere, trying to control her discomfort in the only way that seemed reasonable to her, I got right back up in her face. I got just six inches away and stared back at her. Right into her eyes and just looked. Looked as far into her eyes as was possible. Looking for any weakness. Anything I could exploit. Because that is precisely what I wanted to do to her at that moment.

When the trip was over, when I had released her and we had made contact again, made personal contact, the type that says yes, I do care about you even though I just put you through this intense shit, we went to dinner. We went to a restaurant nearby and had dinner. We closed the place out. Closed it down. We sat talking for some two hours without question of our surroundings. We enjoyed the new space that presented itself in front of us after such an intense experience.

She was giddy.

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I keep hearing how guys are intimidated by vibrators. That when their SO brings up the use of one they don’t want any part of it. Apparently there are a couple of directions this goes in a guy’s mind. One is that they feel like the vibrator will replace them. The other is that it’s just something new and strange in the bedroom that they don’t know much about. This sounds like a “Christian” to me. Or at the least, a very sheltered person. The former concern is the most prominent. Replacement. I have a hard time wrapping my head around this one. I’ve never felt this way myself. I have always been of the belief that anything good, good for you, good for her, anything that enhances the whole experience, well, that’s a good thing in my book. So I have a hard time understanding the whole replacement concept.

Alright guys. I’m going to let you in on a BIG secret. You owe me now, because frankly, if you follow my tip, your woman is going to be your new best friend.

Ready?

Here’s the tip:

If you can make your SO’s face look like any of the faces in these pics using a vibrator…..

(The Eroscillator created Elise’s expression here)

(Syn’s Hitachi Orgasm)

(Romola’s Hitachi Orgasm)

(Kyaa’s Eroscillator Big O)

…or if you can make their pussy do this….

…yeah, if you don’t have any problem creating these expressions and reactions, then trust me on this one, you’ve captured your’re SO’s attention for a long, long time. Once you make her face look like these pics or her pussy react in ways she hasn’t known before, I’m guessing she’ll be so ready to fuck you all the time your’re going to have your’re hands full. Oh, and don’t be afraid to throw some rope or a ball gag or some nipple clamps into the mix –if she’s into that sort of thing.

Buck up bronco, your in for a ride.

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Should I have not done that? I don’t think she recalled her nipples are tied to the floor once I gave her a good whack with that paddle in my hand. Ouch. Never mind the fucking machine that you can’t see in this picture that is steadily pounding away on her cunt.

At least somebody in this picture is having a good time. And her, it looks like she’s letting that last cane smack sink in. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost say there’s a margin of calm in her face. A look of pleasure is in there somewhere, I’m sure of it.

So lest she get too comfortable in her predicament she had Head Cage 3.0 placed on her head –filled with crickets. Oh yes, she ate some live crickets. She had too.

It is amazing to me that a chick can still be forced to have an orgasm wearing a head cage full of stinking crickets –that you had to eat.

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Not a Mother Fucker mind you, but a fucker. Apparently there is a distinction between the two. Really, she called me several unsavory things. But yeah, I did make her cry.

Boy, she can curse like a sailor when things start getting a little intense. Now that I think about it, she did finally call me a “mother fucker”. Ultimately, we had a very friendly conversation about the economy, politics, our favorite charities and why her ass, feet and tits needed to be punished. Of course, it was really hard to understand her with that ring gag in her mouth. Jeez!

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Really, its sort of a dream to me at this point. It was the wee hours of the morning. All I can remember was I think I started to roll over, in bed, while sleeping. Then suddenly, out of goddamn nowhere there’s an aggressive mouth on my cock. This was like the confusing part for me. Somewhere in my subconscious I realize that my cock became exposed just for the briefest of seconds yet it was attacked so suddenly. Like someone was just lying there waiting for an opportunity to take it. Okay, I know someone spent the night with me last night but still, this is just making the vaguest of sense to me at this point. I also notice my cock is already hard when I feel that wet, warm mouth lock down on it. I’m like WTF? Is this happening? Am I having a dream of some sort? Realizing what is beginning to take place now I relax, or at least try too. I mean, she’s working this into a GMBBJ. As she works it –and when I say work it I mean she’s getting the whole fucking thing in her throat as she face fucks it– I hear her making sounds. Distressing sounds. More noise than I think necessary at the time. But that’s turning me on. I mean she’s practically, metaphorically eating my cock. Its almost like she wants me to cum, right now, down her esophagus. The sounds and movements taking place all suggest a hunger. A building crescendo. A crazed sort of I need your cock and cum to survive kind of thing. It has a sense of anxiety to it, a needfulness. A wanting. Like a wanting that’s been there since time immortal. And when she coerced my semen from its roots she took it all in. She swallowed every last drop and then she was gone. I never even opened my eyes the entire time. I wasn’t even sure it happened when I awoke. Was it a dream? Then I recalled shoving my fingers in her box while she was working me. Yes, I do smell pussy.

I think I got raped last night. I feel violated.

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Unbridled laughter. Yeah, that’s right, unbridled laughter. I don’t know about you but my orgasms tend to be a little on the intense side. And after I pull one off, the moment the feeling, that intense feeling of blowing my wad begins to subside, I sometimes break out in pure unadulterated laughter. This can be hard for some chicks to take. It confuses them for some reason. Like I’m laughing at them. When instead, it just felt so goddamn good I can’t help but be happy. Take for example just a second ago. I walked into the bedroom to get something and suddenly became overwhelmed with horniness. My lover wasn’t around so I printed up a picture of her, laid down on the bed and jerked off. That’s right. I jerked off. Blew it right into an old shirt I pulled out of the laundry hamper. And then laughed for a good two minutes.

I’m back now.

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We’ve done a lot of crazy shit here at The Attic.

Take, for example, that time we had Marina wear one high heel, a black Armani dress (w/pearls), stuffed her panties in her mouth and slung her down a slip-n-slide into a big vat of mud. Look at how high she is off the ground. She really gave it all.

Hold on now, we can’t exclude what Zed made her do once she landed in that mud pit. Which was, of course, to stick her head into the mud and find the hidden dildo using her mouth only. Bobbing for dildos!

Not to pick on Marina, but there was that other time we put her in a cage, poured cold water on her and gagged her with raw meat.

Speaking of dirty situations, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that time I tossed a bucket of mud on Syn as she was bound spread-eagle on the lawn…

…or when I poured that bucket of mud over Emily’s head while she was bound standing to a tree.

 I thought both girls looked fantastic after their little mud baths.

Speaking of Emily, I should point out that time I mowed circles around her while she was ring gagged and hogtied in the side yard. She was a little grassy afterward.

Or when we had Sara Lee eat cold spaghetti off the floor.

Can’t forget about that cock hair mustache we gave Syn after coating her entire body in a layer of hot wax.

Wait a minute, back to Marina, there was that time we dressed her up like a nun and shoved rosary beads up her ass….

…put her in a cage, locking her head in place while still dressed as that nun, and forcing her to eat pages from the bible while simultaneously shocking her pussy with electricity….

And heaven forbid, we can’t forget to mention the real deer leg gag that just happened to be lying in some old dusty smokehouse from the 30s with a bunch of other deer parts.

Recently we did something a little different. We decided to open an ITA sushi bar that served up live crickets. The first customer would be Kali Kane. She consumed an ITA Screaming Cricket Roll, three ITA Cricket Sashimi and a cup of Insecta Tea –while in a hogtie.

The look on her face tells you she’s busted the abdomen open and something squirted out.

Zed and I have spent countless hours fretting away what to do next to some unlikely victim. Won’t you be next?

Tags: Emily, Food, Gags, Kali, Lawn mower, Marina, Mud, Panty stuffing, Sara Lee Jeffers, Syn, The Attic, Zed, amateurs, bondage, cage, e-stim, kinky, orgasm // Add Comment »

I’ve always thought of Clarie Adams as being right in the top three bondage models –an area where I feel like I’m starting to spilt hairs if I must choose a number one. I first came to know of her, of course, on PD’s site Insex as Az. That body of work, that body of experiences that Clarie allowed us to see, are just one facet of the work she has produced. Over the years Ms. Adams has endured, with the greatest of elevation, some of the most remarkable bondage positions a human can take. As time moved forward we see her joining the ranks of male dominance.

Hello! Nice latex above-the-elbow glove. Red is my second favorite color.

Nice glasses.

I’ve seen a lot of bondage images, male and female, but one that really stands out in my mind is of Ms. Adams stroking Wild Bill’s dick in an MIP suspension, staring him in the face. She’s letting him know that she knows that the speed she’s stroking his cock at isn’t enough to get him off but instead just frustrates him. I like that. That’s getting in some body’s head. That’s bondage of the physical as well as the mental.

Claire is an accomplished rigger as well as a director. She works in BDSM education and, of course, modeling. Have you seen her in latex? Check out her web site: Claire Bondage

Top image by Locahi.

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