If you had a beautiful house in the countryside, wouldn’t you fill it will gorgeous femme dommes and slaves in perfect fetish gear? And if you were playing in your home in the countryside, wouldn’t you put on a show on the off-chance that someone in a cowboy hat was lurking around your property and peering in through the window?
Charles Darwin theorized that the mirth and giggling associated with tickling is provoked by the anticipation of pleasure, but for millions of people, tickling is the main course of carnal delights. Today we’re taking a look at all the magical things that can be done with fingertips and feathers, and how such a simple, universal act works in the realm of sex.
Hey, remember when we took a look at Victor Lightworship’s beautiful bondage photography? Remember how you wanted to buy his book, “Strictly Bondage,” but it wasn’t in stores yet? Well now it is in stores! It’s big, long, sinister, and frankly, a lot more affordable than most coffee table books. (It’s also suitable for placement on whatever consensual human ottoman or nightstand you keep in your home!)
Justine Joli is in command. She knows what she wants from this world, and right now, she needs a well-trained slave who will fulfill her every desire. Can she find such a woman, and if she can, can she craft the fresh young mind into the come-hungry pet she wants?
It seems like an innocent enough question, especially when a whirring Magic Wand is being held to your clit, a dude is fucking you in the ass, and another is choking you out — under any normal circumstances (heh!) you’d come your little heart out a thousand times. But, Kaci Star, you’re within the walls of the Kink armory now, and things are a little different here. So… can you come? No.
We’ve sometimes wonder how those gals (and dudes) manage to maintain all those smiles miles up high, trapped in a flying can filled with a buncha jerks. Well, looks like it’s because, deep within the recesses of their top secret airport lounge, there’s plenty of ways to let loose. Any residual flight-time anger can be released through BDSM-therapy — one of the most effective means of positive relaxation there is. So, next time your stewardess passes you your thrice-warmed-over chicken dinner, have a little appreciation. Just don’t let her see…
Can you believe it? One day she’s an up-and-coming model, then she’s a pornstar, then she’s March’s jGrrl, and now she’s written and directed her own all-pussy porno for Filly Films. How does she have the energy? Sovereign Syre, you make us feel so lazy. Also, horny–unabashedly so.
You know how we feel about Laetitia Casta: we straight-up love that woman. So imagine our delight at being able to show you an exclusive clip of Laetitia putting the consensual hurt on a sinister banker played by Benoit Poelvoorde! It’s a piece of sweet pain that’s part of Helene Fillieres’s first film, “Tied,” and it’s available on nearly every On Demand platform on the planet.
There comes a time in every “slave slut’s” life where she’s gotta throw on the nipple pumps and pussy clamps, and get smacked around a little by the master with a riding crop. She must have been a very bad little chickie… which is great news for us! Because, yeah, we’d like to get in on this loving smackfest. What?!
It was almost 9.30am when my live-in slave knocked on my door. He was right on time. “Mhm,” I mumbled instead of a ‘yes, come in.’ He knows that mumble well. As every morning, he was coming in to wake me up and bring me my coffee (Americano, black), my breakfast smoothie (all sorts of fruit + spirulina, the alleged algal superfood), my vitamins, and a fresh glass of water. He’s always completely naked around the house except for his thick black leather collar locked around his neck. He’s a pretty boy, 7 years my junior, tall, skinny, half-Asian, with an incredibly soft, hairless skin. I love looking at him move about the room.
We’re pretty sure this isn’t what they had in mind when they came up with the idiom “the ole ball and chain.” Bobbi Starr has her little bitchboy in quite a predicament, attached to a very heavy bowling ball. She enjoys toying with him, making him strain against it. Perhaps this is meant to be some sort of allegory for the confines of heternormative wedlock.
We know you’ve been naughty, dear readers. What? Looking so innocent? Come on; think down, deep down. Surely you recall some teeny, tiny little dastardly deed or mild atrocity you’ve perpetrated of late. And, well, we’re gonna punish the hell outta you for it! Or at least this sweet ass by proxy. You deserve it. But even if you don’t, isn’t it still sorta fun?
We love Tom Byron. We understand why he’s not making movies all the time these days, and we respect him for whatever he wants to do, but damn do we miss that guy. So imagine our joy when we saw a familiar figure smashed beneath the beautiful butt of Julie Cash! It’s Tom, lover of ass, licker of anus, worm beneath the high heels of hotties!
His appearance at the door took me by surprise – I wasn’t expecting him until much later in the day, but I was happy to see him. We started chatting, yet all I could think about was that hot story and how I wanted a cock inside me. Leaning against the dishwasher, he kept me close, and I kept rubbing his cock through his jeans.
Yeah dudes, that SyFy network knows how to sneak the sexy in wherever possible, and we’re not just talking about the sideboob seen through Mia Kirshner’s apron, or the spherical cleavage of Jaime Murray. We’re talking about this new neat fetish we’ve just been exposed to: sensual skillet torture. Watch and learn.
