Christina Abernathy:-
“Submission depends on the individual’s ability to align his will with that of the dominant and use his intelligence to fulfill her wishes gracefully and efficiently.”
bondage
Peek-a-boo.
They hold little conferences like this so he can discuss her behavior with her. He lets her know how much he appreciates her submission. But, he also tells her where she’s failed him, how she could serve him better, and exactly what about her bothers him. He picks her apart. She just has to listen and nod understandingly as she feels his eyes boring into her, his words reforming her, the chair beneath her growing wet.
“Tell me your secret
What you desire
I will still be there for you
And tell me you need it
Tell me something you’re not
I will still be there for you.”
Sure, she looks ravishing, but why would you ruin her with such poor Scotch?
(via wonderlandcode831)
An interesting, and safer, variation on tying your damsel to the train tracks. I approve.
Is it wrong that this makes me think of The Little Engine That Could?
I think I can…I think I can. 🙂
At first glance, this photograph terrifies me. I audibly gasped when I first saw it.
I’m not sure entirely what bothers me so much about it. Maybe it’s the amount of devices/hardware being implemented. Maybe it’s the overwhelmed expression on her face. Maybe it’s the fact that the plug in her mouth reminds me of those stoppers in old bathtubs. Or maybe it’s that I am incredibly aroused by this image, despite how much it bothers me.
I think it boils down to the control that is clearly demonstrated in this picture. Whoever put her into this has full control over her orifices. How they’re used, who uses them, whether a particular one gets any release.
I try to imagine myself in her place and I cannot. It’s not that I can’t imagine being in that position, it’s just that I seem to lose thought and feeling. I would just become the holes. I would be someone else’s holes for their use until I completely and totally lost any sense of self, of thought, of feeling.
Confession: When I was young, I used to draw pictures of women tying each other up. I kept them in a notebook. I have since misplaced said notebook. I hope this isn’t the kind of thing that will inopportunely turn up.
Cover of “Escape Into Bondage 2” art by Eric Stanton 1962
Truth: The first time a guy tied me up to discipline me, this song was playing. It’s kind of my theme song now.
(EDIT: HOLY CRAP. Go to 2:55 and look at the date on the TV. So freaking eerie. I swear I didn’t plan that.)
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)