I suppose I could have tried to come up with some clever reason not to have R stand for Rope, but it would be a bit disingenuous. Rope has been the vehicle through which I have traveled further than I ever thought possible, loved deeper than I ever knew possible, and benefited more than I ever[…]
For a while I carried one rather unusual implement in my toy bag: a bowling pin. It was mainly for psychological value – partners would expect things like whips and paddles and such, and when I would pull out the bowling pin their eyes would get big, and usually they’d ask some variation of “What[…]
Many people within kink are familiar with the stereotype of the Domniscient Master, he who knows all and is completely in command of all aspects not only of his life but also those who serve him. Or perhaps it’s a Mistress, whose every whim is law and who is always the most amazingly poised and[…]