For the many of you who have asked,
The picture of my boobs I mentioned in a previous post is not on my tumblr, but on someone else’s.
Happy Hunting, you perverts.
<3, Ivy
corset
These next few days are going to require discipline. Unfortunately, not the sort I’m inclined to enjoy.
Tumblr threatens to wring my wallet dry sometimes, especially when it shows me corsets this pretty.
Whether this corset will hold up under tension remains to be seen.
I think I would get this way, too, if I were in the position of having to dominate someone. The role would feel so foreign to me that I might overdo it to the point of being theatrical.
Another one of Ivy’s childhood fantasies that got more perverse as time went on: Being kidnapped and subjected to all sorts of vile experiments. The belt-themed bondage is perfect here. Being strapped down was one of the earliest and most consistent aspects of the fantasy. As for the experiments, well, I’ll leave that up to your imagination. They were certainly fascinating according to what was tumbling around in mine.
There’s something really understatedly elegant about that buckle at her shin, as opposed to the harsh messiness of a knot.
I’m going to be spending a lot of time in the library this coming week. Hopefully I find her somewhere in the stacks.
Yeah, I’ve totally caught myself grabbing my own ass during this kind of play, too.