So sad about the clothes….
But. A major subtrope of mirrors in BDSM is getting fucked / punished in front of a mirror, and having to watch. I have to say that I’m really bad at this. Murre has propped up a mirror in front of me several times, and I can never look for more than a second or two.
(Source: scentofslave)
Androgynous pets in cages, part 1 of 2.
I’ve changed my mind here from female to male to who cares, pretty.
(via nakedpeople)

I love U-M’s idea that this is his relaxing/privileged time. The cage is the normal. You should see how he gets punished.
… and then i was allowed to spend some time outside the cage and to relax a little.
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This bothered me, ‘cause that’s a lot of memory. But it’s only 12 images. So OK.
a thousand and one ways to make a man into a thing.
Probably one of the best gifs ever
(via androphilia)
There’s lots to say about Bettie Page, but I have a different interest in this picture. I believe it’s from 1954 or so, taken by Klaw. In the fetish pornography of the 1920s and 1930s, there are never any blindfolds or hoods—at least, I’ve never seen any. So this is one of the earliest pictures where a fetish model was blindfolded, photographed, and then (presumably) shown the picture afterwards.
Amazing to think that its only been for sixty years or so that subs know how beautiful they look blindfolded!
Queen of pin-up’s: Bettie page ~ Bondage 1950’s
Photographer: Irving Klaw
Always loved her, always will. The very reason why I have her bangs.
(via shinyretrostingy)
Clearly they were on sale.
wow, you should not have shown me that.
(Source: strayf, via fuckyeahslaveboy)
I generally avoid images of supercomplicated bondage/torture/fetish setups, which usually seem like basically an engineering kink. It’s not that I’m against the idea, but normally those images don’t have much storyline or emotional interest. Here, I kind of like the story, but I am completely absorbed in the physics of the situation. I mean, I can’t tell whether it makes any real difference when the dog goes for the bone. After all, her ankles are held at a fixed height, and it seems like the wooden pony is hanging from her(?)
Confuuuuuusing.
Such an enticing bone.
(Source: biffjr99)
Yesterday I went shopping with Murre, which means she spent half an hour trying on clothes while I sat in a chair outside the changing room, exchanging meaningful nods with other husbands doing exactly the same thing. It would be nice if women’s clothing stores were just fitted out with a little gear, so the bored boys could be properly stowed away until needed….
(via soumis)
Kojiro, 1999
Blood for my anonymous follower, and dragons for Murre.
You know what this picture reminds me of? In Winged Migration, which is pretty awesome, there is a scene where a pelican or something is flipping fish into its mouth, and it gets one stuck on its beak. And then, for several minutes, it does this complex series of flips and flops trying to get the poor fish into its actual gullet.
I think this dragon is about to have a very similar problem.