Beyond the famous “anal-spitroast golden shower bondage guro” loophole, and the waste of tax money, there are many other issues with virginity pledges:

It’s training, but there’s no muscles involved to strengthen. Just will power.
(Source: unnaturallybound)
Some nights, when he’d had a long day, the professor didn’t feel like hurting Marie. But she would fetch the riding crop and open her blouse anyway. And really, he had no choice.
(via continuousstateofdesire)
He has a cock you could use to fix a broken levee, but that’s hardly important. She is in charge, and this is the only way he ever comes. To entertain her guests.
femz:
yes, let me catch that for you and hepl too.
(via continuousstateofdesire)

Bob Flanagan (1952-1996), masochist, performance artist, and cystic fibrosis survivor until the then-unheard-of age of 43, nailing his penis to a stool.
In the documentary Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist, he talks about nailing his cock to a board one day, missing the nail, and hitting his glans with the hammer. This, I would hazard a guess, is not a problem that many people have.
I have a problem. I have recently become familiar with the verb “to edge” in its kinky sense: bringing someone just to the brink of an orgasm and then denying it. I’m quite familiar with the idea; it happens to me all the time. But I don’t like this verb. I think “edge” should either be a noun, like god intended, or the verb meaning “to move slowly and carefully.” I suppose she’s moving his libido slowly and carefully. But I don’t like it.
OMG, I have to stop looking at that…
All that stroking and he never, ever comes.
Ogod.
That makes me whimper, and I don’t have the anatomy for it.
It wouldn’t just be the chastity (re: intercourse) and the permanent sense of being owned. Or the constant tug, the sense of weight. No, far worse: every now and then, if she’s walking around the house naked, she must be able to hear them clink together. And somehow that seems unbearable.
pwn3d

The ambiguity of porn is a big favorite of mine. What is and isn’t erotic to different people, or how we tell different stories about the same picture.
Still, I feel kind of inhibited about reblogging images like this, which I read as male submission, when I think they were probably intended as images of male domination.
I will endeavor to get over it.
(via masochisticbeauty)
Ow. Check out the patina on the padlock. Looks like it’s ancient.
she is appropriately firm with him.