http://behindkinkblog.com kinky domination free behind kink daily updates sm sex domination all bondage stuff in one place Mon, 08 Aug 2011 12:14:13 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en But she couldn't take much of the shock, so, in spite of her arousal, she would arch he naked body, pulling the weight away from the box. Back and forth she would sway, slumping from exhaustion, moaning into her gag when she heard the clank of the metal plates making contact, then steeling herself for the shock to her cunt. Her body glistened with sweat. Her hair flailed about her as she shook her head and bit down on the rubber penis in her mouth and willed herself into a balanced posture.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bound-ganbang-videos/
From the box ran a wire connected to a pole. The pole jutted up from the floor, gleaming metal. It's end, a dildo, was planted deep in the girl's cunt. It was thick and stretched the lips of her pussy wide. It was shiny with her juices. If she slumped forward, relaxing her pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a mild shock to the dildo - just a few volts but enough to make the girl squirm from it's fiery bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the connection was broken. So she had a choice, this girl in bondage. She could yank at the strap, causing the clamps to bite at her nipples, or relax and send the shock ripping into her cunt. When that happened, she found that her writhings on the end of her perch set her pussy aflame!]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/female-erotic-combat/ bondage lesson
She stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked girl tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of her bondage, of course. She stood erect, her legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between her ankles forcing them apart. Her arms were pulled behind her back, strapped together at the elbows and wrists forcing her breasts forward. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her bound arms all the way to her slim waist. She was gagged, her mouth stuffed with a penis gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise she was completely nude. That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced and commanded her naked body, offering her charms in wanton invitation. But there was more tonight - much more! On each of her erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from her nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the girl, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on it's top. In fact, if the girl weren't leaning back and away, her taut breasts pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The girl arched herself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. She had good reason to.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/electricity-bondage-lesson/
In the morning Sue and Betty got up and decided to clean the house before releasing Gwen from her bondage. But to let Gwen know that they were still there they placed a set of nipple clamps on Gwen's lovely boobs. After lunch they carried Gwen down to the basement and slowly removed the plaster from her face. As soon as her face was free Gwen wanted to know if it was all over now. Betty answered that it was for now. Soon they had Gwen free from the plaster and cleaned up. To celebrate Gwen's discovery about herself. In the morning as Gwen went home she looked forward to when she could return and have Sue and Betty.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/sexy-bondage-art/
They quickly filled the bag that was in Gwen's butt with red wine. As they were filling her, they could hear Gwen moaning in her bondage. After they were finished and had the tube to her ass sealed, they carried Gwen up to the living room. That night at the party the guests complimented Sue and Gwen on the fine statue that they had. Only some of them were told that there was a person inside it. All thru the night Sue and Betty sneeked chances to fondle Gwen's breasts. And at midnight they uncorked Gwen's ass for a midnight toast and the party ended. Sue and Betty were too tired to release Gwen so they left her untill the morning standing in the middle of the living room.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-bondage-and-submission-armory/ bondage porn xxx
Betty at the same time was wrapping bandages around Gwen's feet and legs. Soon all of Gwen was thickly covered in plaster except for Gwens breasts and cunt. Sue had done a wonderful job of putting the plaster on Gwens face. Gwen could breath and her facial features looked great in the plaster. Betty got this wicked look on her face and shoved a battery powered dildo into Gwens cunt and then sealed it in with the plaster. Both girls worked carefully on Gwen and soon the plaster was smooth and full of detail the only thing that looked odd was where Gwen's breasts jutted out from the plaster since they were bare flesh. This they corrected with white paint. They wanted to play with those breasts. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bondage-xxx-sample/
Gwen was going to be the centerpiece at tonights party. They were going to make a statue out of her and she would contain the drink for the ending toast of the party. Sue tightly laced the rubber corset on Gwen to give her an even slimmer waist and to hide her breathing. Betty carefully forced an empty enema bag into Gwen's butt, when Gwen was completely bound they would fill the bag with wine for the last toast of the party. Then they were ready to begin. They rubbed oil all over Gwen's body and into her hair. Sue then brought out a case of plaster bandages and a bucket. Gwen held her arms out in the pose that they wanted as they began to wrap the wet bandages around her neck and sholders. They were very careful not to put any on Gwen's full breasts. Then Sue began to work plaster into Gwen's hair so that she could sculpt her hair as she wanted it to look.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/erotic-combat-2/
Gwen knew it in her soul that she loved this she would do anything that these two asked. Sue and Betty explained to Gwen that the final bondage that they would put her in this weekend had to be voluntary. For the effect to be right they needed her cooperation. Gwen agreed. The three ladies retired to the bathroom where they proceeded to shave all of the hair from Gwen's body except that on her head and her eyebrows. After they dried her they took her down to the basement and explained what was about to happen. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/wired-wet-cunt/
Gwen spent the rest of the day lightly bound and walking around the house all that she was allowed to wear in addition to her bonds was a tight rubber corset. Betty and Sue told her that she would have to get acustomed to it before the 'FINAL BONDAGE' tomorrow. That night Sue and Betty tied Gwen upright to a pole in the basement and told her that she would have to spend the night that way. That night Sue and Betty worked to keep Gwen aroused and in ecstasy. Gwen came many times that night before being left standing to try to sleep. In the morning Betty and Sue came in and awakened Gwen. Gwen was theirs now. She was their SLAVE. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/their-slave/ http://behindkinkblog.com/bloated-belly/ http://behindkinkblog.com/enema-forced/
Betty helped Sue tie Gwen upside down with her legs spread wide. Gwen's wrists were tied together behind her back. Sue removed the mask and ball from Gwen and replaced it with an open harness that had a sponge rubber ball that went into Gwen's mouth to keep her quiet. They then placed a wide leather collar on Gwen's pretty little neck and tied her wrists to it. Then to add to the tension they tied her elbows together. "Well sweet Gwen see how your tits stick out when your arms are tied like this we should do this more often." Then carefully they stripped the panties off of Gwen's tight bottom and removed the dildo from her butt. Now hanging upside down again. Sue prepaired Gwen for the next step. "Now Gwen we are going to prepair you for the trial." Gwen wondered what they ment but she was getting more engrossed with the feeling of the BEN WA balls slowly sinking deeper into her pussy. "Stay still we don't want to cut you." Then Betty brought out a razor and shaving cream. "Now what?" wondered Gwen and she soon found out. Betty began to spread cream all over Gwen's pussy hair. Soon Gwen was shaved clean. "Now to keep those balls in you", Betty said as she taped Gwen's cunt lips closed. In the meantime Sue was busy at the sink in the other room. Soon she came out with a large pail and an enema bag. "Now for your trial", and Sue moved closer.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-training/
After eating Gwen was then bound to a table in the back of the basement. Spread eagle on her back Gwen was subjected to the light strokes of feathers administered by her friend Sue. But soon Gwens giggles and pleas to stop upset Sue. Sue prodeeded to get a rubber full face helmet from a chest along with a rubber ball. She placed the ball in Gwen's mouth and then proceeded to streach the helmet over Gwen's head. It was hard work since the helmet was much too tight but when she got it on you could see every line in Gwen's face. Two holes by her nostrills allowed her to breathe. Sue tormented Gwen like this for many hours. By then she tired of this position for Gwen.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/this-kinky-world/
Down in the basement Gwen was seated in a sturdy chair and her legs were tied to the chair. The walk down the stairs had excited Gwen extremely. The combination of the BEN WA balls, the vibrator and the feel of the rubber were just too much. It was something else!! Sue removed the gag from Gwen's mouth. "We must keep your strength up for the final bind of your stay. So eat your breakfast" and Sue then proceeded to feed Gwen some eggs and sausage for breakfast. Gwen kept quiet since every time that she tried to talk Betty would pinch Gwens nipples very hard. It did not take many times for Gwen to get the idea. What was to come next? ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-bondage-story/
Slowly Betty pushed on the vibrator. She felt Gwen tense up "Gwen my pretty, if you do not relax this is going to be very painful and I assure you that it is going in." Gwen knew what Betty said was true, she would push it in no matter what she did and she tried to relax. Soon (even though Gwen would disagree) it was deep inside her. Betty then got up and got a set of BEN WA balls and reaching under Gwen pushed them deep into Gwen's pussy. "If these or the vibrator come out, I am going to whip you." Gwen tried her best, she did not want to be whipped. Betty then got a pair of rubber panties out of the dresser drawer. "You are going to wear these to keep everything in place". Betty untied Gwen's legs and then proceeded to put the rubber panties on Gwen. They were extremely tight and they were sculptered. They fit Gwen just like a second skin. The vibrator was now beginning to excite Gwen and she was shocked. Could it be. She was beginning to enjoy this!!. Betty now lashed Gwen's wrists to her thighs and then tied her elbows together before helping her to sit up. Then Gwen got excited; Sue was back. Oh, now she would get free. "Gwen, I promissed you a weekend that you would not forget. I see that Betty has begun." No, not Sue! This entire weekend was her idea. What was in there mind now? Betty and Sue lead Gewn downstairs to the basement where they said the fun would begin. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-bondage-2/
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"Did you have a good night's sleep my dear?" Betty asked in the morning. Gwen tried to tell her that she did not but all she got was a muffled reply. "I see that you do not think that I have been very hospitable to you. For that you are going to be punished." With that, Betty began to tie Gwen spread eagle face down on the bead. "I am going to give your little ass an introduction to a friend of mine." Betty then pulled out the largest vibrator that Gwen had ever seen. Betty then began to rub vaselene all over it. Gwen knew what was going to happen. Desperetly she tried to get free but her bonds were too good. She felt the tip of the vibrator against her anus. Betty began to push. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/japanese-bondage-session/
Sue quickly wrapped a loop of rope around Gwen's wrists and made the knot tight. Gwen was shocked. As she opened her mouth to complain she found a pair of her own panties being shoved into her mouth. Sue quickly used a silk stocking to knot it in place. Soon Gwen found her knees and ankles tied tightly together. "Well my pretty" said Betty, "lets see how flexable you are" and quickly began to tie Gwen's elbow's together. She had to pull and tug but finally succeeded. Then pulling the rope tight tied Gwen's wrists and ankles together. "Well that should keep you until morning" Sue said as she turned out the light. Gwen wondered what would happen now. Oh, when was Sue due back? ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bondage-class-2/
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Gwen was new to town but had an old high school friend that she could stay with. She soon arrived at her friend Sue's house. There she was met by Sue's roommate Betty. Sue had told Betty to expect Gwen and they were soon settled into the house. Later that night Betty came into Gwen's room. "Well my dear Gwen, Sue said that I was to make you feel at home" and saying this began to slowly remove Gwen's nightgown. Gwen was a little startled but soon relaxed. but then came the rope....]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bondage-behind-kink/ bondage until dawn
There was light under the playroom door. "Is it dawn yet?" "It's dawn."]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/its-dawn/ bdsm free porn
I tug until I almost feel the plug coming out. In my throes of orgasm, as I hang impaled by pleasure, the clamp still tweezers on the very tip, the most sensitive point. The flash-flood of pleasure receedes, and as I come down from heaven, the clip slides until its rubber-coated jaws cling to one single hair. This sends me almost up again. Instead, I bow outwards, waiting. The sudden motion dislodges the clip. I do not hear anything, except the booming rush of my blood as I come again. I awake looking into my owner's rich, loving eyes. I passed out mere seconds after my explosion, spent and hanging lax. I was gently laid down, all the ropes and restraints removed, the mask, the gag and the tape lying in a ball by my bed, and my partner, no longer my owner, gingerly massaging color and warmth into my arms. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bdsm-free-porn/
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And I feel the left clamp start to slip. I tug harder, knowing the cutting sensation as the clamp slowly slides off the nipple, the island of flesh in its grasp shrinking, the screams of pain as it does so. I tug faster, knowing the weight's crash on the floor will alert my owner, who will see me cheating and punish me. I tug frenzied, as the nipple singes, then smokes and finally is lit afire by the little, evil clamp rubbing and squeezing the life out of the tiny patch of skin it clings to.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/wiredpussy-shots/
After two eternities of this, stewing in my juices, clenching and straining, I resolve to come, if nothing else, by pulling on the cord and rubbing the vibrator within me. I pull in a steady concerted rythmn, ignoring the bump-bump of the weights hanging off the clamps. My legs fight the restraints fight the unyielding iron bar inbetween them. I feel the urges start, I see the spark that lights the bonfire.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-bondage/
The weights are twin penduleums, hauling this way and that. I arch my back, trying to reach the switch, or even just the base, so I can control my own pleasure. Not possible. My owner is cunning. My owner is dastardly. My owner is evil. All I can do is tug, count to four, and tug again. I cheat on the count and pull. Nothing. I pull again, and again.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/erotic-combat/
As it passes, the end of the whine escapes through my nose, and my owner whispers yet again sweetness and smiles in my ear, "The motor will turn on when you tug on the string, but only for one second. Then," I hear the grin widening, "it will shut off for four. Have fun. Oh, and don't move around so much." The cover scrunches in my ear again, also cutting off a sliver of light I was able to pry from the tape. I feel a gentle pressure and a soft snap as a switch is thrown. I give a cautionary tug. I tingle. Not just my ass, but I tingle, as if shocked. The lurch rocks the weights, and my chest is blazing with erotic fire. The buzzing stops. Tug. Pull. Yank! Nothing. Buzz. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bondage-class/ http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-pain-loving-slave/
A tearing sound at my right ear. "I'll be hanging a little weight on that," a cold voice emphasized by a cold, dispassionate tweak on the clamp. I gasp, sharply. "I wouldn't jump around so much if I were you." A shock ran, electrifying my spine, as a *heavy* pull followed. I felt a cold piece of metal swing against my breast, above (no, that's below, I'm upside- down) my nub, sparking and spitting with every heartbeat. I moan, a wail sailing in my ear. The tears flow freely, and the tape starts to give again. And it holds fast after giving precious ground. The hell throbs down to a bearable onrush. My mind swims. Febblely, I reach with my hands, knowing that they will never relieve the pain. Bound as they are at elbow and wrist, I surprise myself by swinging the coarsely past my buttocks. Firm hands, cool with sweat, grab the flailing limbs. By my uncovered ear, I hear, "That is a no-no." Gasp. I clench in response, but too late. The head of the phallus is already past the spinchter. The lubricant steal away what little grip I had, and whatever it is is now inside my ass. It is cunningly designed, with a groove near the base (pressing against my previously warmed cheeks) preventing my natural reflex from expelling it. I bear down, to no avail. There is the faint tickle of rope brushing the cheeks, then my hands are hauled back and down, tied to the attaching rope. I tug and feel a push within myself, pivoting at the hole. I experiment, forgetting completely the deep pulses from the front.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/two-knotty-boys/
Suddenly, the ear is covered again. My head twists, jerks in vain to find its lifeline again. I long for even the single touch, for someone. My desires are answered, in a searing flash on my left nipple. It throbs in quiet agony as I relish each beat of pleasure, each pulse of fire. My breathing slows, rythmnic, deep. My nipple is lightly tugged, slowly twisted, bent double. A squeal, soft and breathy, follows each of these movements, all the while the chest a-heaving. Suddenly, the pressure is snapped away. In response, a loud cry and a sharp convulsion. That nipple is still tingling when the clamp is applied to its twin. Slowly, like an evil vise. Knowing better than to let it rest on only the nub, I try to force it into me. My owner knows these tricks. The other one received mercy; a generous pinch of flesh laid within its jaws. This one burned white hot as the jaws came to rest on the erect, throbbing brown nipple. Tears welled within my eyes, denied by the tape. I felt the tape start to lose its hold, the tearing sensation as it parted ways with my eyelids. Then it stopped. I stil could not open my eyes, and the hood would admit no light even if I could. In agony, in frustration, in pain, I thrashed as far as the bonds would let me. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/sexual-bondage-pictures/
I try to nudge my head and feel the gentle but firm tug on my scalp. My hair, my long lucious pride has betrayed me and has joined forces with what wraps me, holds me, displays me. I hear the blood's rush in my ear and this keeps me company. I vow not to count heartbeats, not to guess or anticipate the time. The temptation is strong. How long has it been? How much longer until dawn? One... two... three.. Sixt--sensation! The lightest of touches, but something touched me. I arch my back in a vain attempt to reach someone, something. I feel nothing nothing more. A sigh escapes my nostril, audible in my inner ear. That's it! I can still hear myself, even if I can't speak. I wait for another eternity, then count twenty heartbeats, and hum a moan. My left ear buzzes with the sound of a thousand scratches. A jet of cool air rushes to cool my sweat-coated skin. Then a warm, moist feeling traces some shape. Wet sounds, followed by a sugar-sweet, playful-cat-sneer voice, "Our little pet is not quiet, is umm? Our little pet wanna moan, is um?" The tongue flicks in to touch the hairs, not even the skin. It flicks again, this time at the lobe. Wet, moist, lovely lips caress the node, tugging gently. The tongue flicks again. I moan, arch my back and curse my hair. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kink-bondage/
I twist, and feel the rope bite into my elbows. I count the heartbeats throbbing away, fading slowly, softly. If it weren't for the sound of blood's rush in my ears, I would not know if it existed. My eyes are taped shut, but so long ago that I have come to accept that my eyes no longer open. I faintly remember my discomfort, my mouth straining at an object that filled my mouth from within yet still touched my lips. Once this caused me to salivate uncontrollably, much to my owner's dismay. Hanging me by the spreader bar caused the spittle to back into my mucous membranes, stinging, burning. But my mouth is now dry, and I have no sensation of fighting an object that gave yet does not tear. Occasionally, I would feel the slightest of breezes on my skin, the most sensitive part, the ones constricted by clothing by day. I know not what is their cause, nor do I feel them on my face. I hear nothing, and have heard nothing for an eternity and then some. What once was warmth, and the soft tendrils of lambswool that encased my head have become soaked with my sweat, the salty juices of excitment and anticipation. After time, a concept that now exists only in my mind, the water and the wool have warmed and now are my skin. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/tokyo-bondage/
Dodds connected the respirator hose to the fitting at Mandy's mouth, and the stomach tube to another enema bag on a stand. At last, with a flick of the switch, the little unit started with a hum, pumping with an alternating hiss. Dodds walked back to her supine form and experimentally wiggled each of the plugs where they were attached to those outlandish looking breasts. The anonymous but shapely figure within moaned with delight ( or frustration ), but did not move visibly. He looked over the connections at her mouth, the air hose, the seal of the stomach tube, the tubing from her rear. Satisfied that all was as it should be, he began to spread old newspapers around her rigid form and the panel. This done, he wheeled over the other equipment dolly that had stood waiting in the corner for this very moment... ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-bondage-session/
About 3 months ago, a Japanese company called Baby Entertainment contacted Kink.com with an interest in purchasing some Fucking Machines. What started off as a chance encounter developed into Kink.com's first ever DVD distribution deal. After spending a week in San Francisco, Baby Entertainment invited Fuckingmachines.com to Tokyo to shoot content for 4 DVDs to be released in Japan. Tomcat and his crew headed East for one of the most fascinating and challenging adventures in FM history. After a week of countless miscommunications, cultural differences and heightened perspectives, the crew returned home with a new appreciation for Japanese kinkiness. The DVDs, two of which were released this week, not only represent a successful collaboration with Baby Entertainment but also the first of many projects that will increase the accessibility of Kink.com's material by putting it into the hands and DVD players of the global public.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/fm-goes-to-tokyo/
"Ever since I watched your slave Flora suffer this at your hands, I've longed to try it out on you," Dodds announced softly. Apparently the ear plugs, covered by the helmet's thick pads, prevented her from hearing, for she gave no sign. When the glue had dried, Dodds guided her backward to the edge of the slab, positioning her feet with care. He opened his glue can again, and coated the entire back of her suit with the latex cement. When he was satisfied with the job, he stood astride her body, and after threading her enema tube through a small hole, slowly leaned her back onto the slab. Moving with care, he firmly pressed each portion of her body against the layer of glue, permanently bonding her suit to the slab. A few more touches of glue cemented her arms, hands, even each finger down to the rigid platform. For a few moments, he left the room. The distant sound of a car door slamming was heard... ...but within her rubber prison, Mandy heard nothing. She squirmed a bit, marvelling at the wholly pleasant sensation of being enveloped in a warm and slippery womb. The dildo pushed in a bit as she moved, and she tried to encourage it. She found that she could shift a few inches within the thick rubber suit. This also had the pleasant effect of massaging her breasts within their cups. It felt delicious, but it wasn't quite enough.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/fuck-in-bondage/
He manhandled her over to her standing bondage rack and strapped her up to it. For a moment, he admired her exquisite shape. Although she certainly didn't have the body of a Cosmo cover girl, the shiny black latex covering her body made her, in Mr. Dodds eyes, the ideal woman. Each curve of her body, the long, muscular legs, her ample hips, was made silky-smooth by the wonderful material. If she didn't have the more classic beach beauty figure that Flora sported, it was of no matter, he preferred his women to look like WOMEN, not girls. The additions to the suit gave her a sexier, postmodern look. The huge, rounded cones of her breasts jutting straight out, and the mounded cleft between her legs, emphasized her female shape to the point of caricature. She might be a modern store-window mannequin, Dodds thought, but one that few window dressers would dare display. With a sigh, he returned to his work. He got out a large tin of latex glue and carefully painted-in Mandy's outline upon the slab. While it dried, he examined a set of hoses and fittings attached to the equipment in the corner, handling them lovingly. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/lady-lydia-in-bondage-scene/
Shortly she was forcibly lowered to the floor, and she felt Dodds' hands brush her side as he did something around her body. She shivered, her sense of touch overly sensitive due to her isolated state. Before long though, she was standing again, only to find herself being walked over to, and strapped into, the upright rack she had built herself. Dodds smiled grimly as he switched on the light. He paused inside the door, gazing around the room in anticipation. The spraying equipment stood ready in one corner of the room, the respirator in another. To one side stood Mandy's circular bondage board, a motorized, padded wooden slab to which a slave could be fastened and rotated. He had already prepared the table on which he would mount his specimen: in the middle of the floor sat a large platform, tilted on bearings, like a giant see-saw. A shaft connected under one side disappeared into a large machine on the floor. The panel was nothing more than a full sheet of 1" plywood, over which he had laminated a thick black rubber sheet with latex cement. He lay Mandy back upon the table, then carefully chalked her outline on it.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky-pussy-pictures/
As she moved, she delighted to feel her suit sliding around her. The excess oil was too thick and light weight to slosh, but the suit was somewhat loose on her body, sliding over her skin very sensually as she walked toward the elevator. She revelled in her aroused state, deliberately swaying her hips and lengthening her stride. She was rewarded with many little caresses within her suit. She felt the big rod macking in the grease, and the little bumps rubbing across her nipples, grabbing at her labia and searching for her clitoris. Her heart thumped excitedly as they entered the elevator cage and she wondered what further devious ideas Dodds had in store. The sexual feelings she had just experienced were so strong, she knew it would not take much more before she got off. They dropped like a stone to the ground floor, then took the stairs to the basement. The small amount of exercise thus far had already turned her suit into a mild sauna, the silicone lubricant warming slowly to her body temperature. She certainly couldn't feel the slight chill of the basement. At the foot of the stairs, they turned right, cueing her that they had headed into the room she often used for enemas or other watersports, as it had a sink and a floor drain. She had begun to feel heavy and fuzzy-headed, and she wondered what drug Dodds had given her this time.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/erotic-wrestling/
Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat. It felt obscene, an intrusion into her body where such things didn't belong. Dodds watched the slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into her mask. When a taped mark on the tube reached the mask, he slid a metal coupling along the tube until it seated in the mouth hole, sealing the junction. The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting. All that was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the breathing tube, and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the oxygen mask swelled and sealed against her face. Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him guide her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the hall. She was surprised he hadn't put boots or shoes on her, he usually considered some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his outfits.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/just-fucking-kinky-stuff/
The face portion, as well, was brought tightly against her lips, revealing that a good-sized hole had been left at the mouth of the helmet. Knowing Mr. Dodds, she was certain it wouldn't stay unplugged. "Now comes the difficult part, I'm afraid," she heard faintly. He must have been shouting, so that she could hear him through the thick helmet and ear plugs. She felt something small and soft intruding in her mouth. "Swallow this," she heard. Oh, no, she thought. God damn it, not this. Please, I'll throw up! The soft thing pressed against the back of her throat. Whatever it was, it wasn't very big. Shit, she thought, a stomach tube?! She could only feel it as a faintly detectable pressure, so numb was her mouth and throat. Okay, remain calm, she told herself. He's obviously anesthetized your throat, you should be able to do this. It won't be much worse than deep throating George. She chewed on the end of the soft rubber tube for a second, salivating a little, hoping to fool her stomach that she was just swallowing food, like a long piece of spaghetti. She really had no choice, she realized, since he could force the hose through her gag until she choked on it if he really wanted to. Eventually, to her suprise, she managed to swallow the end of the tube without even retching. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinky/
Mr. Dodds was holding the open hood of the suit in front of her face. About the time she realized that something was very different about that hood, he quickly pulled it over her head, and zipped the suit the rest of the way, up the back of the hood. He's changed the hood! she thought. She knew he was perfectly capable of it, for he was a first-rate rubber craftsman; he had even started his own company to make rubber goods for other kinky folk. She realized now that he had removed the suit's original open-faced hood, and replaced it with a totally enclosed helmet of the same thickness. This one had soft pads over the eyes and ears, and what felt like a surgical- style oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose. She was certain, though, that any surgeon would have been horified at the use this one was being put to. The zipper had pulled the hood tight, pressing the pads into her eyes and ears, and she knew she would be totally deaf until he removed it. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/kinkiest-sex-site/
With her body so well-greased, it took no time at all before she had the thick suit pulled up to her neck, then she looked enquiringly at Mr. Dodds for help. He helped pull the arms and gloves on, then zipped the back up to her shoulder blades. Apparently unsatisfied with her lube job, he pulled out the neck, and added the rest of the jug of greasy fluid, which she thought at first was overkill, until she realized that Dodds never did anything without a good reason. She shuddered as she felt it slowly slither down her back, the tight suit spreading it out across her skin. He dribbled the last bit on her head, rubbing it into her hair, and over her face and neck. Finally, he removed the shoe from her mouth. "Open wide," he said, holding up an atomizer. She did as she was told, hoping that whatever he had in mind didn't taste too bad. The cool spray was bitter, and made her mouth and tongue numb. "Now swallow," he added. She swallowed. He repeated the process twice more. It didn't suprise her when he stuffed something else into her mouth. It was some kind of form-fitting gag made of plastic, that kept her mouth open slightly, yet her teeth fit into it, and when it was seated, it was quite comfortable. With her tongue, she could feel a large hole though it.]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/bdsm-free-scenes/
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He remained silent as she sat down next to the pile, and with a grin and a little flourish, he produced two small foam ear plugs from his breast pocket. Under his watchful eye, she inserted them carefully into her ears. Her eyes grew just a little wide as her world became silent and she tried to imagine what new ideas he had in store for her. She hoped he would finally allow her to come. "Get into that." He said it loudly, so that she might hear through the ear plugs. He pointed at a black pile of rubber on the bed. She picked it up. She recognized it as her own. It was her thickest suit, custom-fitted to her measurements, made from two laminated layers of heavy weight latex, making it nearly an eighth-inch thick. She had only worn it on a few occasions; while motorcycling, or when walking outside in wet weather, and once in the summer sun when she had felt particularly masochistic. It was ideal for keeping dry, as it had attached feet, heavy gloves, an open-faced hood and a watertight zipper like those used in diver's suits. It was also the devil to put on, since it fit skin-tight, and the thick rubber didn't stretch easily. As she handled it however, she felt something different about it. Closer examination revealed that apparently, Mr. Dodds had made extensive modifications to it. "How could you?" Mandy scolded. "This suit cost me over a thousand dollars! Just because you own half a dozen companies, and can afford what ever exotic gear you like doesn't mean I can! I expect you...MMPh!" Mr. Dodds had shoved the toe of a patent leather shoe in her mouth to shut her up. "Now you listen to me, you little minx!" he said. "I have gone to considerable trouble and expense to bring this little circus to you, and I expect you to show the proper gratitude! As for your precious suit, it isn't as if it were the only one you have. Maybe Kris Kringle will bring you a better one this Christmas, but only if you're a very good girl." He knew she hated to be called a girl. "Now why don't you save your tongue for what it is best at," he added, "and look over my work- you may find that wearing this suit will be quite pleasurable." Mandy stared sullenly over the high-heeled shoe filling her mouth at the strange suit in her lap. There were now many small rubber bumps lining the molded breast cups. Stranger yet, the breast cups were now huge rounded cones, hard and heavy to the touch, and each had a small jack connector at the tip, like chrome nipples. The seat of the suit had also been heavily modified. There was a thick dildo at the front of the crotch, with numerous little rubber fingers above it. To the rear of the dildo was a reinforced hole in the crotch. The front of the crotch had another large, hard, and weighty addition molded on, shaped roughly like an athletic cup. On the outside, it looked like her natural mons, but greatly exaggerated. It too, had a jack connector in the front. Her favorite had been made into a "grope suit", and a severe-looking one at that. She stared at Mr. Dodds with renewed respect, and some trepidation. "Well? What are you staring at? Get into it!" he admonished. She knew it could not be put on without lubrication, and Dodds must have realized this, as he handed her a large jug of viscous fluid. "Here, this is better than wasting a dozen tubes of KY. It's the same silicone stuff I sent you, so it won't hurt the rubber." She poured a third of the thick, slimy liquid inside, and smoothed it into every cranny of the suit. Then she liberally greased her body with more of it, revelling in the sexual feelings it aroused as she caressed her slippery body. The greasy goo felt warm when spread on the skin, like expensive massage oil. Almost eagerly, she began to put on the suit. Dodds indicated that she should thread the hose from her butt plug through the hole in the crotch of the suit. There was a plastic ring on the hose that stopped the hose from coming any further out, and left several inches of slack inside the suit. ]]> http://behindkinkblog.com/tale-behind-kink/