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We Sing Our Bondage Freely
We have seen nothing; We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, Warlike as the wolf for what we eat; We make a quire, as doth the prison’d bird, And sing our bondage freely. – William Shakespeare Click here to see all of my BoobDay posts Show me more BoobDay submissions from other bloggers
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#FebPhotoFest Day 7 – Rope Reprise
A sloppy first self-tie snapped several years ago. It was euphoric to feel the rope on my skin and feel the vibrations running through the fibres, a bit like wearing nerves outside your skin, but pleasant. Rope gives my mind a rest, it allows it to slow down and come back into focus.
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#FebPhotoFest Day 2 – Humble Beginnings
This picture takes me back to my early days of kink discovery; weekends in the wilderness, at the feet of a loving sadist (yes, my journey began with submission), learning what it meant to taste freedom for my body and mind in ways I’d never dreamed of. The thirst for intensity and intimacy has not been slaked these many years, it has become, in a word, unquenchable.
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#BoobDay – Chain of Fools
Another one bites the dust. You’d think somehow I’d learn but nah, that would be too easy! Luckily Aretha will never let me down. Happy weekend, everyone; we’ve earned it. One of these mornings The chain is gonna break But up until the day I’m gonna take all I can take, oh hey Chain, chain, chain Chain of Fools
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Hold Me Back
Hold me back, strap me down and let me loose.
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Marking Time
“Oh, Miss. You’re so …” He’s pulling at his bonds, wiggling his nakedness into the bed, struggling with delight. “I’m so what?” The tip of the riding crop punctuates my question as it taps against the gleaming steel cage that fails to conceal his arousal. He grins and strains, his wrists are getting red where the straps are rubbing. He tries to pull his knees up but all he’s doing is exhausting himself. He laughs and sputters. “You’re so … mean.” I laugh. Not just a giggle or a smirk, a full-on, from the belly, laugh. “Because I’m not letting you come? Owning your orgasms means owning the time between…
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Homeward Bound (I wish I was)
I’ve been away from home this week, visiting my friend Eve, and it’s been so lovely.
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Passionate Like You
“The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.” – Virginia Woolf
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Normal is an Illusion
What is normal for the spider,
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Good Boy
“When this leash is on, there is to be no talking. Do you understand?”