Tersely Pertinent

Her toes ached

from the from the pull

Of the tight rope looped around her 

ponytail

Her knees vibrated from 

bound between her thighs

her cunt dripping into 

the sofa cushion 

Her arms cramped from 

The binder pressing them together 

and 

pulling her shoulders back 

towards her spine

Her tits flamed 

the course rope crushing them

and

the clamps biting 

into her nipples

Her chin soaked with drool

flowing around the cleave gag

forcing her mouth open

Her eyes 

forced to look up 

but

encased in darkness

raining tears

of 

joy

You are spending your time reading this.   Here it is a perfectly good Sunday morning and here you are wasting your time reading this absolutely useless blog in this teeny tiny font on this white ass background.  I bet you had to get a magnifying glass to read this shit.   I mean I wish I had something really important to say, but here I am just costing you lifespan to see what the fuck I am rambling about  and it is shit.    So now you are stuck having to read the entire thing hoping beyond hope that I will indeed have something to say that might make a meaningful change in your life.   Sadly, that shit isn't happening.   I am just sitting here allowing my meandering thought patterns to bounce to and fro and letting them run down my brain into my dick but them back up again and down my arms to my fingers to be allowed to put on this electronic page, thus forcing you to endure more pain and suffering of continuing to put up with this utter nonsense.    I do hope the rest of your Sunday is going well, besides being stuck reading all this.    Really, I can't believe you have stuck with it this far.   I mean you must be a real masochist to keep this shit up.   Why haven't you safeworded by now?    Are you one of those who never uses it and thinks they can outlast the Sadist?   Well fuck that noise, Batman.   I can keep this up all day, to mix my comic references.   You think I am kidding?    Just test me, bitch. I'll keep dishing this shit out while you are crying in the corner.   So where was I?  Oh yes, have you ever wondered why kittens are so god damn cute?    I used to but really don't think about it anymore, just accept the fact they are.  It makes the world a much more fuzzy warm place with cute fluffy kittens bouncing all over the place.   Now don't get me wrong, pupper dogs are very cute too, but I think kittens are much more cute.  Now hamsters?  Not so much.   I never been really fond of hamsters.     But that is just me.    Maybe penguins, but not armadillos.  Sorry, I have to draw the line at somewhere.      I might agree on hedgehogs, but I will have to think on that.    Why aren't you safewording yet?   After all this you should have, really.      I mean don't make me talk about my comics.   I will if you make me.         

Here is the finished project:

I've decided to call it my Will O' Wisp

as it is a very light flogger. 

Around 30 falls of Metallic Goat skin

which is very light, coupled with a 1 inch 

Acrylic handle

It makes for a very fast moving flogger with a very sharp 

Bite.

I think this is my favorite one thus far:

Here is bit of the flogger in action:

Burp!

(Ok, you all can go on with your lives)

So for my recent Birthday, My wife decided to get me some new leather:

As you can see, it is a metallic silver goat skin

It is fairly thin, so it will make a more stingy flogger.

Fairly easy to cut (only messed up one fall thus far)

Handle wise, I am going see how well the falls attach to an clean acrylic 1 inch rod:

This one is going take awhile to finish.   

Gluing the falls on will be a two step operation

Will post the finished product

(providing I don't fuck it up badly) 

So it isn't very often when I get a chance to mix my kinkyness with my other love: Comic Books

But this cover of Sensation Comics #96 came across my bluesky (if you are still on twitter, skip over to bluesky you won't regret it) and the first thing I thought was "This has to be Steve Trevor's nightly wet dream" 

Now what most of you people may not know is Wonder Woman's creator, William Moulton Marston, had a wife and a live in Mistress.    As in a Dominatrix.

Her name was Olive Byrne (though known professionally as Olive Richard) was the basis for Wonder Woman, from the looks to the bracelets to (I suspect) the lasso of Truth.   

There is your comics lesson for today! 

Thanks Cage!

Now with Verification, I now have another 

way to decide who to annoy!

(Don't blame me, it is the turkey talking)

In Case I don't get the Chance:

Happy

Thanksgiving

Everyone!

Glynn stood before before the two women, who circled around him like fireflies in the night

A light sweat began to accumulate in his armpits.   He was glad he was still wearing his suit coat, covering any stains that might start on his dress shirt.    The sweat also started on his brow, as the women's hand played over his chest and ass and across his groin as they continued their dance around him.

"Such a strong man, isn't he Sarah?" The raven haired woman remarked, as she ran her hands up and down Glynn's arms from behind.

"He seems so, Sylvia." said the blonde stopping in front of Glynn, leaning down slightly to run his legs.

Sylvia pressed herself against his back while reaching around to massage Glynn's chest.  Whispering in his ear "I bet you played football in high school and collage, didn't you?"  All the while gently pulling off his suit coat.

Glynn could only nod embarassly.   The words caught in his throat because of both women's attention.   As his coat was taken off from behind, the blond fondled his ass while nuzzling his groin.  Suddenly a pain exploded from his earlobe!  But, it was short lived as whisper returned.

"I asked you a question, Glynn.   You need to be more attentive."   The woman behind told him, tossing his coat to the floor.

"Yes!  I mean, Yes Ma'am!   Front line in high school and and defence in college."  he answered, trembling slightly.   Glynn's breath began to get shallower and more rapid.

Sylvia giggled slightly, as her hands pulled the tail of his shirt from his trousers.   Slowly, from the bottom up, she undid the buttons, whispering again in his ear "Always wanting to bang those cheerleaders, right?   Or, were you the guy in the shower checking out all the other guys junk"

While Sylvia continued her interrogation,  Sarah took her time undoing Glynn's belt.    Taking her time, she unbuckled it and drew it from the loops.    Then with her teeth,  she undid the clasp and lowered the zipper.   Glynn gasped as he felt his pants drop to the floor and his shirt pulled open at the same time.

With his belt in one hand, Sarah cupped Glynn's scrotum, through his underwear, with the other.   "He's beginning to get stiff, Mistress."  she told Sylvia.

Pain returned again to Glynn, as Sylvia pinched and twisted each of his nipples.  He bit his lip, so as not to cry out while She angrily whispered "You keep that cock limp!  I haven't given you permission to get hard yet!"

"Yes, Ma'am!  Sorry Ma'am..."  Glynn's voice trailed off as he tried to think of things to make his dick go soft again.

What didn't help with his thought was Sylvia pulling his shirt off all the way.    As it slid down his arms, Sarah leaned forward and, with the tip of her tongue, licked a straight line from the base of his stomach to his collarbone.  All the while, Sylvia put each of her hands on his hips and grasp his underwear.      As Sarah went up, Sylvia pulled down until the garment was bunched at his knees.

She then said "My!  What a nice tight ass you have there, Glynn!   Do a lot of running do you?"   As She tightly grasped   and smacked each cheek.

"Yes Ma'am. I run..."  Glynn started but was interrupted by Sarah:

"He's getting stiffer Mistress.    About half fully hard now."

Sylvia dug her nails into Glynn's ass.  "What am I going to do with you, Glynn?   If you can't control that dick of yours's, I guess we will have to."   Grasping and holding his arms back, She told Sarah "Grab ahold of that nutsack and give it a good squeeze, wouldn't you love?

Sarah answered "Yes Mistress" and followed her orders.   Her left hand held the testicales while her right grabbed where the scrotum connected to Glynn's body.    Both her hands squeezed at the same time, producing a sharp pain all round his groin.

Glynn whimpered as the pain increased but, again, it did not last long.   When it stopped, he wanted to fall to his knees, but Sylvia kept him standing upright by holding his arms.

As tears formed in his eyes, he could hear Sylvia's voice cooing in his ear "Now now, Glynn.   You are doing fine.   But you have to learn to listen to me.   Things will be ok, if you only listen to me."