Jack's memory (very short story)

Jack woke up feeling waxy in his arms and legs, and pain in his head, chest and balls. About the only part of his body that didn't ache was his cock. He noticed that though he wasn't aroused, it felt very erect. He tried to look up, but was still too groggy.

As his mind cleared and he became more conscious, he first felt his right arm and left leg sticking straight up into the air. Then he noticed that his left arm and right leg were dangling down below him. This was very disorienting because he had assumed he'd been laying on a bed.

He tried to look up again to see why his penis was so erect, but some kind of flesh colored wall was in the way. He did manage to see his right arm though, and this woke him up much more. It was sticking up in the air because there was a metal cuff around his wrist attached to a wire leading up to the ceiling. He was suspended, hanging by his right arm and left leg.

He turned his head to see his left arm was pointed at the floor. It too had a metal cuff on it, and a rope of some kind trailing to the floor. This rope however was somewhat elastic, like a more rigid bungee cord. He found that if he pulled with all his might he could lift it almost to his head.

In so doing, his next mystery came to light. Something tickled his hand when it got about a foot away from his skull. Through the periphery of his vision he could see hair. Long red hair hanging from his own head. But he had short black hair, cut almost to the scalp. And now that he thought about it, the arm didn't look right. It was much too thin.

Jack had prided himself on his muscular arms. He worked hard to keep them strong and big. These noodly little things were not his and yet they were somehow. He pulled with all his might on his bonds at the floor, and managed to get his hand to the wig that had been stuck on him. Wrapping his fingers in the locks, he yanked as hard has he could to pull the ridiculous thing off.

Shooting pain in his scalp rewarded his efforts, and Jack cried out in a voice that caused his mind to race and his heart to despair. It was a woman's voice. What the hell was going on here? What had happened. He tried to think back on the last thing he could remember.

He looked up at the wall of flesh blocking the view to his cock and realized now that it was a pair of large breasts. This reminded him of something. A bar. He'd been in a bar, playing pool. Big titts in his view. It had been a woman. She had a red sweater on low cut to show a huge pair of titts. She was going to let him fuck her hard. Or so he thought. They'd had a contest. They were playing pool, and the winner got to make the other "Their bitch"

Realization came to Jack now. She had been some kind of hustler, this had been her plan. He remembered loosing and getting into a car with her in the dark parking lot near the bar. She had done something, bitten him? No. It had been a needle.

Just then a door opened up behind him. Footsteps came in, and he heard a familiar voice.
"Hello Jacklyn, how's my bitch this morning?"

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Why do we love transformations?

Our culture is saturated by transformation. Not just in the sissy community, but in the world as well. Shows about transforming a person from fat to thin, or a house from ugly to beautiful, or a car from junk to hot rod are everywhere.

It might be easy to think that we're obsessed because Hollywood is jamming these shows down our gullet and we're eating them up like good little automatons. But I'd actually argue that these shows aren't creating our ravenous desire for transformation, they are merely capitalizing on it.

Interestingly, I feel like if we do ever get sick of transformation, it will be largely because of the nature of entertainment to bandwagon hop until everyone is so sick of something no one can stand it anymore.

Even in my own art, though it is usually very difficult for me to predict which drawings will be best received, I can usually count on any illustration depicting a before and after (and usually some kind of in between) will get a lot of page views and will be well liked.

But why? Why is it better to see a beautiful sissy after you've seen the ugly schlub of a guy she used to be? Or that house with it's bright paint and nice clean floors only after we saw the dump it was?

My speculation is beauty and ugliness are not absolutes, but are relative (eye of the beholder and all.) By seeing a transformation, we are provided with a baseline with which to compare the end product. Sure that hotrod is snazzy, but check out the rusty pile of crap it used to be. Wow! Sure this sissy's tits are big, but look at them compared to the flat chest she used to have. Gazonga!

Here's an example of a picture I did that I actually hate. However it has gotten more page views and likes than some of my stand alone art that I think is far superior.

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Bondage predicaments

It's always interesting to me when I see a concept born in a community and then come into popularity. Because we don't live in a vacuum, each little idea that someone shares can help pollinate other people's imagination and new things can come into existence and evolve. I watch this all the time within the kinky art world.

While I'm certain something like the idea of predicament bondage has been done by someone somewhere long before, it didn't really exist much in it's current iteration in bondage art an imagery until some years ago when I started to see little ideas of it pop up in an amateur video here, a drawing there etc...

The idea has continued to get refined and explored (and will continue to do so) and is now a staple of bondage enthusiasts. But let me back up to give a working definition of predicament bondage.

It is bondage done in a way that the subject can do one action or another, or can move in one direction or another. By choosing one action, the person can alleviate or lessen one discomfort, but it will begin or increase another discomfort. Often times the victim must go back and forth between the two punishments when one becomes too difficult to bear.

For me the fun is that it kind of turns up the volume on the intensity of bondage. It gives an increased sense of powerlessness, but at the same time, forces the recipient to punish themselves. I feel there isn't much more erotic than a clever way of forcing a sub to punish themselves. It's so evil and sexy.

Here's an example I drew of a predicament. If the sissy continues to squat, her thighs will being to fatigue and her muscles will burn. If she stands up she'll tighten these rubber tubes and punish her own balls.

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Erotic Dreams

Most nights I probably dream about crazy abstract shit like we all do. I usually don't remember my dreams and generally don't care about them. I'm one of those foolish people who think that dreams are probably less mystical than they seem and are likely just some mundane function of the brain regarding memory or some such.

However, I have had a handful of those awesome dreams that affect a person when they wake up. they leave one feeling a certain way: sad, or happy or scared. I love those. (Not so much the scary ones) but by far my favorite are the erotic dreams.

I don't get to have those too often, but when I do, I've learned to rush out of bed and write them down while they're still fresh. I don't know if it's just me, but I feel that my best (erotic) writing comes right after I've had a dream like that.

The other night was one such night and luckily I didn't have to work at my day job that day, so I was able to get up and take my time writing down what I had dreamed. I decided to share it with anyone who might be interested, so I posted it over at DeviantArt. If you want to read it, follow the link.

It is very sexual, quite graphic and mostly focuses on Femdom and forced feminization themes.

As always...

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The Pioneers: Robert Bishop

Bishop was a fetish artist who died in the early 90's. His work almost exclusively featured female submissives, and most of his art featured black and white ink.

Some of the things that I found interesting about his work: He would often play with perspective, drawing a subject from an unusual angle. He would also sometimes draw a single image from multiple angles in order to fully illustrate what was happening in his drawing. And perhaps my favorite is that almost every image he ever drew featured some kind of strict bondage.

I find his work to be technically very skilled, and he clearly loves his subject matter and explores it with a passion and ardor that is contagious, even if female submission isn't one's main cup of tea. I was hooked right away when I saw a drawing of his. And I speculate that his style and subject matter has heavily influenced one of the modern greats Simon Benson.

Here are a couple of examples of his work. I chose one because it's one of the few femdom pictures of his I've seen. And the other because it features a machine which is a favorite subject of mine in relation to bondage.

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High heels. Oh My Gawerd!

First off, I've worn heels plenty of times, but never enough to get used to them and let me just say, holly jezuz they are a torture device! But damn do they look good. I honestly wonder if part of the appeal is how uncomfortable they are. It's a person wanting to look good and being willing to suffer for it. (I don't know)

I know they're supposed to cause the muscles to constrict in such a way that it shapes the legs and ass, but I'm not entirely convinced I buy that. I think it's mostly a learned thing. They're a signal of sexiness. Like for instance, picture two scenarios one, a sexy woman walks down a busy street wearing a two piece bikini. Two, the same sexy woman walks down a busy street wearing a bra and panties that cover just as much as the bikini did. Which would cause more of a scandal?

Of course the underwear? Why? Because we've learned that sometimes a person wears a bikini in public, but people are NEVER supposed to wear their underwear in public. It's entirely a perception thing. I feel like that's probably the case with heels.

They are the single most girly footwear in the world (to me). I can hardly imagine myself getting "dressed" without a pair. Something about the pointing of the toe, the awkward difficult way one has to walk wearing them. Perhaps they also represent a certain vulnerability? Which may explain the attraction to ballet boots/shoes. I don't think anyone would make the sexy posture argument for those, Given the extremely awkward way they cause most anyone to walk who wears them. I have seen a rare case of a woman who has practiced so much she can walk almost normally in them, but that's the exception.

Here's a sissy wearing ballet shoes I drew.

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Things that aggravate me about porn

Like most of you I've been enjoying porn since I was pubescent. I don't know how many thousands of hours I've spent watching, perusing and partaking, but in that time there are a few things that have gotten to drive me absolutely crazy. Here are some of them. (P.S. I realize these are not universal. Many of the things I mention are going to be the very thing that you like. This is just an opinion piece.)

#1 The single most aggravating thing about porn is when the cameraman or photographer turns the camera on a 45ish degree angle. I assume that the cameraman thinks this is artistic, or maybe they are simply trying to fit the entire subject in the frame. It is not artistic, it's just annoying, and believe me, I can "finish" without needing to see the top of the head down to the toes. Now, certainly I do like a nice wide shot, but please please stop doing this!

#2 Extended closeups of the genitals. For me when a scene is really hot, and exciting things are happening and the fucking camera goes from the wider shot of bodies in for a screen sized shot of balls slapping taint that lasts three minutes, the fast forward button is getting pressed.

#3 Corporal punishment in which the submissive is either not tied at all, or tied in an easily escape-able way. This kills any excitement for me. I want the illusion of power/helplessness. If the god damn sub can just get up and walk away any time they want, this is not a mistress and slave, this is a professional sex worker and her paying client. Now, you may argue that in a true dominant relationship the submissive may be so tamed the he/she will not get up and leave because they aren't allowed to. That is actually a hot fantasy, which almost never comes across in porn.

#3 Bitchy screaming yelling Femdoms. I've said it in an earlier post, but in my life whenever I've seen a person who is angry and yelling, they are not doing so from a feeling of power. They are desperately trying to convince themselves and their audience that they are in control when they doubt it themselves. It's the calm angry, or the rational punisher that is in ultimate control. To me there is nothing more exciting than a mistress who is perfectly even keel, even when she's furious.

#4 Femdoms who don't talk enough. This one isn't always a problem depending, but I love it when a Mistress narrates what she's doing, or going to do. It can be as erotic as watching the act itself. Hell, there's an entire sub-genre of porn where it's nothing but a person doing sexy talk.

#5 People who think porn is the devil and causes deviancy. Repression causes deviancy, not expression. Why are the Japanese the most deviant motherfuckers (said with love) on the planet in their porn? Because they're such an open and expressive culture? Probably not. And two words. Catholic Priests. So as the lady said... Express yourself don't repress yourself.

Now here's a picture (it's not mine)

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Elvira: Mistress of my youth

I had to say a little something about Elvira because I've loved her so much for a long time. Her heyday was in an era when the satanic panic ran rampant and still she managed to be acceptable on television and on teen's walls. Parents probably didn't like her, but for the most part it felt like they turned a blind eye.

That black Gothic outfit is probably why still to this day I drool for a hot goth girl. (for about 5 seconds in a flashback, Claire from Lost was goth, and she NEVER looked so good.) Of course Elvira blatantly featuring her boobs was another important aspect. The giant bouffant hair the caked on makeup, the ridiculously long nails. It was all so great to a horny teen boy (and still is).

Her personality too is very important. Of course Elvira is a character created and portrayed by Kasandra Peterson who deserves credit for the birth of a national icon that will outlive her. She enjoys and flaunts her sexuality, unashamed and happy. She is silly and fun, but not a bimbo, in fact a quick whit clearly shows her intelligence.

If you've never seen Kasandra sans costume, it's a head trip to realize that this ultra-goth lady is in real life a ginger. And a word on the boobs. I walked in on a discussion in a coffee shop recently about whether they are real or fake. I say they are real, but of course the dress pushes them up, and she certainly does some contouring makeup on the cleavage to get the most out of what she's naturally got.

If you know otherwise, keep your mouth shut and down't ruin it for me. :)

Here are a couple of pictures I drew of her, the only way I like to draw - highly exaggerated.

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Sissy Land (The worlds first Forced Feminization amusement park)

Sissy Land is the worlds first and currently only Forced Feminization amusement park. It was built by a visionary Dominatrix named Donna Verdun who was able to get the upper hand on her formerly rich and abusive husband Richard Verdun.

She blackmailed then completely domesticated and feminized Richard, taking all of his fabulous wealth and using it to create her vision, and his nightmare, Sissy Land. Incidentally, Richard has not been seen in years, however Donna has a constant companion in her busty and submissive maid Rachel who never leaves her side.

Surrounded by forest on all sides, Sissy Land is situated on a plot of land that spans thirty thousand acres. The park itself only takes up about five hundred of those acres, but there are plans to constantly expand and update the park in perpetuity. And if the current popularity of the park is any indication, Sissy Land will continue to thrive and grow long after it's now retired creator is gone.

Several of the popular attractions are:

The Horsey Ride: A roller coaster in which the sissy is strapped on a synthetic horse. The saddle is equipped with a dildo (whose size is chosen by the Mistress/Master upon entrance) to make sure the sissy fully appreciates the bumpy and jarring ride. It also has strategically placed straps to lash down the sissies cock and balls (if the owner has not had them removed yet).

Balloon Ride: This interactive ride see's the sissy strapped to a bunch of helium balloons calibrated to the weight of the sissy in order to achieve balance, so that the sissy hovers hundreds of feet above the landing pad. The sissy is also strapped to the balloons in such a way that her legs are held at head level ensuring that if and when the hapless balloon pilot comes in for a landing, her posterior will be the first point of contact on the landing pad. Below, the spectators are given the option to rent a BB gun. Many of them take great delight in shooting the poor sissy's balloons. As the balloons pop, the pilot comes in for a landing upon the pad which is festooned with hundreds of dildos of all sizes. How soft the landing is depends entirely on how many balloons the spectators pop.

Cum Plummet: For the owners who want to teach their sissies balance as well as bravery, the Cum Plummet consists of a narrow balance beam spanning between two platforms one hundred feet in the air above a pool. The pool itself is filled with the semen from zoo animals, brothels, and even park goers can help contribute. The crows love to watch a terrified sissy teeter across the beam in high heels, all the while hoping to see her fall into the pool and are terribly disappointed if the hesitant tight rope walker makes it across without incident. If a sissy does fall into the pool, the owner has several options on how to deal with the mess. She can send her sissy into a shower to clean her off. She can send her into a special booth which sprays the sissy down with a drying retardant which ensures the sissy will spend the rest of her day dripping with goo. Or the sissy can be sent to a booth where other park visitors may be required by their owners to lick the sopping sissy clean.

Bitch Dip: Many of park visitors had complained that their sissies were getting too proud, parading around all day in their pretty sissy outfits in a park which was created specifically for their entertainment. The Bitch Dip was a very simple design to help combat HBS or Haughty Bitch Syndrome. In short, a sissy is strapped to a bungee jump which terminates into a vat of liquid. The liquid is supplied by the urinals which are connected to the Mistress/Master's bathrooms all over the park. Methods for cleaning the sissy after her dip are similar to the ones at the Cum Plummet.

Tunnel of love: Some owners wanted a slower pace more relaxing ride in which they could privately enjoy their sissy in a romantic setting. Our love boats are equipped with bondage accessories allowing the owner to situate their slave in any position they desire, and then enjoy them on a lazy wandering float through our seductively elegant tunnel.

And the Sissy Stroller rental: A sissy stroller is a punitive device which attaches to the sissy. It forces the sissy to not only put herself on awkward display, but ambulation becomes uncomfortable and challenging. This item became so instantly popular that the park had to order production of five hundred additional units the week after it was made available.

Many more attractions and rides are always being built at Sissy Land, but anyone wanting to see artistic illustrations of all of the above attractions (and many more unrelated pictures) are invited to head over to Patreon and become a sponsor. It is the management of Sissy Land's opinion that visitors will not regret their decision to become patrons.

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Toilet Servitude

My relationship with this dark fetish is a conflicted one. I have all of the normal aversions to bodily fluids that a person naturally has, varying from fluid to fluid. Waters-ports is something I've only ever lightly dabbled with in real life, and brown showers is a hard limit for me. In fantasy though, these things are something that I'm both repulsed by, and attracted to.

If you're familiar with my art, you know that I dabble in toilet service pictures occasionally. If you're the analytical type, you may have also noticed that I only ever make implications about the actual transaction, without illustrating the specifics.

I think this appeals to the objectification and degradation part of my brain. I love the fornifila kink of which Gord (r.i.p) so brilliantly made a career. Women locked into furniture and then used in some manor, whether it was to be sat upon or used as a table. It was extremely sexy to me. I only wished that sub males would have gotten in on the act at his website once in a while.

For me having the furniture that one is locked into be a toilet is so shocking and taboo that my mind can't help but be titillated. But it's one of the few kinks that still holds a twinge of that old puritan guilt for me. Not to mention the ick factor.

I don't know. I like it, and it repels me. One thing's for sure, for me any images or stories generally need to be quite vague and just hint at the act. I know there are many people out there who are really into the whole thing and like all the details. More power to them (and you if you're one).

Here is an image I drew some time ago. I'll answer a question that often I get asked about it in advance. The sub here is not an amputee. His body parts are disappearing into the floor where he is held in place.

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Public Humiliation

One of my most favorite kinks is public sexual humiliation. For me that usually takes the form of being feminized in some way, then put on display for the world to see. Maybe a walk around the block before I'm allowed back in the house. Maybe being locked inside a glass cage in a very public place. Maybe being shoved out on the stage to do some kind of show before I'm allowed to leave.

In my fantasy it's important that I look good. Sexy like a woman who is dressed naughty, however everyone must know that I'm not a woman. I don't want to "pass" so to speak. For my money, where's the humiliation in that? To onlookers it's just a woman walking down the street. I realize that many writers and artists overcome this by having the spectators sexualize the "woman" in some way. Cat calls, or sexual advances. While this can be fun, it still just looses an edge to me unless they know that I'm a guy who doesn't want to be dressed like that. Someone who isn't gay or even a cross dresser. That makes it more humiliating to me.

Someone was able to "force" me to do a thing that I didn't wan to do. They dominated me in a certain way, and what's more their domination was so powerful that they were able to make me go out into public and flaunt my dominated status.

If you really want to make my head spin put a "post orgasm" twist onto it. Shove me out the door RIGHT as I'm coming so that by the time I hear the door lock, I have REALY lost interest in playing this game. Whew. I'm getting steamy just thinking about it.

Here's a picture along those lines. 

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Exaggerated Reality

In the movie Unbreakable, there is a scene where Elijah Price is explaining his theory that comic books were not started as fiction. He speculated that there were special people with extraordinary abilities. That perhaps they were just hyper exaggerated in the telling to make them more interesting.

This hit a note with me, because one of my most consistent and yet ineffable kinks is exaggeration. Particularly in body proportions. I started out as a kid looking at Dolly Parton's big boobs on record covers and liking it. Now as an adult, I love art that features women with boobs the size of watermelons.

I'll take a picture of Nicki Minaj who is notoriously gifted in the back yard, and blow up her bum like a hot air balloon.

A corset shouldn't just be cinched tight, it should be impossibly tight with a 2 inch diameter.

Recently, I've even started to fetishize massively puffed up lips.

When I analyze myself, I'm not readily sure what the deal is. Maybe it's just part of that sometimes human trapping that too much is never enough.

Like most of my fetishes however, I choose not to sweat it too much. I'm able to carry on normal human relationships without it interfering, and I get so much pleasure and satisfaction out of them.

Here's a picture I drew featuring exaggeration.

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The Pioneers: Hajime Soroyama

Soroyama though in my opinion isn't strictly a fetish artist, he does do a number of paintings that deal with fetish content.

I would say chief of his fetishes is the painting of highly eroticized robotic women. But I have seen dominant and submissive women in his portfolio, as well as perhaps my favorite ponygirl art ever.

His style is extremely precise and very technically accurate, though some of his work that was very popular in the 80's was more stylized. I recall one of my older siblings had purchased his art book, and it was the first time I ever knew that an artist could compile a collection of work and sell it in book form.

I would sneak peaks at that book whenever I could.

Here are a couple of his paintings that are dear to my heart.

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The scary allure of sexual machines

From a domination fantasy perspective, a machine or robot has an entirely different feel to it than being dominated by a human. On the negative side, the machine would presumably derive no pleasure from the act of domination. Unless we’re talking about a future where A.I. has emotion. However in the present and not too distant future, machines don’t have consciousness or emotions. There is something to be said for human interaction where pleasure is given and taken. Sensations can be derived from the mere observation of sensation in another. Currently with a machine, there is none of that. No give and take.


However, what is titillating about giving up control to a machine is that it can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until it has completed it’s program. Even the most cruel of dominant humans can be swayed by these things. For a submissive, sometimes there’s a great thrill in purposely getting in over ones head. Asking for a type of domination that you know you won’t want in a few minutes. Something like. “Spank me 100 times no matter how much I beg you to stop.” or “I want to wear panties for the rest of the week, even after I cum and change my mind.”


Most dominants I’ve ever been with can and are talked out of these kind of requests after the fact, or at least can be talked into a compromise. The idea of making ones own bed, and then truly being forced to lie in it is incredibly thrilling to me. However, given the crazy nature of some of my fantasies when I’m extremely horny, it may be best for me that at present there aren’t many machines that can actually take over control.


Here's a picture. This isn't really a robot, but I like to imagine this sissy has been locked into a machine that will run it's program.




p.s. Yes this is a repost of a blog I did on a failed blog site some time ago. Hey, it's Sunday whadaya want from me?

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The Pioneers: Eric Stanton

I don't claim to be a fetish historian. Only a zealous lifelong fan. Though I've rabidly consumed all of the art I can get my greedy little mitts on from all of the newest and best artists I can find, I have a very special place in my heart for a few of the past generation of artists. People who I think of as pioneers.

Eric Stanton was certainly one of those. If you aren't familiar with his work, you owe it to yourself to go check him out. He has an incredibly large catalog of fetish art that runs a large gamut of kinks, from a long and talented career. Sadly, he is not with us anymore, but he has a legacy that will live on beyond any of you or I.

I want to talk about one kink in particular that I credit him for starting in me. I don't know if he is the first artist ever to dream up a particular idea, but he is most definitely the first I ever saw do it. The idea: putting a mask with a face on it that looks content and impassive on a victim who is actually in distress.

This concept exploded the naughty center of my brain the first time I saw it, and it has been a hard kink of mine ever since. Some of my own art features this idea, and I've seen plenty of other artists playing with it too.

I don't know quite what it is, but the idea of a person who is unhappy in their bondage, and may even want to scream being gagged, and hooded in a way that makes passers by think they don't mind, or even that they are happy. It is so crazy hot.

Another thing Stanton would pair this concept with sometimes is for the victim to have their real arms tied behind their back and hidden while a fake pair of arms hang casually at their sides, thus allowing a very bound victim to walk around people who don't even know they're a victim.

Gawerd! So sexy!

There are far to many great pictures from Stanton to choose, so here are a couple of my favorites.

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Tied up by the Genitals

Not to be confused with genital bondage, being tied up using the genitals is intensely erotic to me. This is something that can be done to both men and women. Basically the idea being, to use the genitals to secure the bound party to something.

For instance, a female submissive could have a clamp attached to each other by a small chain and then latched on to each side of her labia. The chain runs around a pole or stationary object, making it so if she wants to pull away, she would have to pull the clamps off.

A male sub and simply have his cock or balls tied like a leash to something.

If speaking of a pole, both male and female subs could have their nipples chained to a pole in much the same method as mentioned above.

Any of these methods are wonderful for using as a leash for walk time too.

I hope I can be forgiven for being a bit male-centric, but since I am one I've given more thought to sub male stuff. My favorite notion is to attach something to the base of the balls, and then cuff the wrists to them. it would be such a vicious and effective bondage method, and if the male tries to struggle or escape, he's punishing himself.

Here's a picture depicting this, as well as embracing the "impossible in real life" theme which I love so much in kinky art.

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