@KinkyBiologist@Pup_Kai_x Master decides whether it is an object or service gimp, depending on O/our negotiations and the journey Master chooses for me.
Moaning into our gag 🥺 @Broken_Rebel_@BoundJake had us struggling in our straitjackets before slipping on the rebreather hoods 🥵 https://t.co/Req9pDLytA
This is where I think many people get stuck.
Not “How do I fit kink into my life?”
But “How does kink fit into who I already am?”
The healthiest people I’ve met don’t seem to have a “kink self” and a “real self.”
They have one self.
Kink is simply one expression of it.
One lens.
For me, the path was fairly obvious.
I studied psychology.
I spent years in the BDSM community.
I’ve always been fascinated by people, behaviour, power, motivation, and why we do the things we do.
Becoming a Dominant wasn't a separate identity.
It was the point where a lot of those interests met.
For my partner, it's more complicated.
Her curiosity isn't really about roles.
It's about people.
The history. The culture.
The psychology.
Why people do what they do without automatically excusing the behaviour.
She's currently wrestling with a question I suspect many people quietly carry “What if I don't fit neatly into any of the boxes?”
Not Dominant.
Not submissive.
Not primal.
Not brat.
Not any of the labels people seem eager to claim.
If I don't fit the box, where does kink fit into my life?
Maybe the answer isn't finding the right label.
Maybe it's discovering what values, interests, needs, curiosities, and experiences brought you here in the first place.
Because labels are one way into kink.
They aren't the only way.
For last night's 12 hour session overnight in rubber, it reacquainted itself with its 1.2mm Blackstyle heavy and restrictive catsuit. it was a fun time. Would have been better to share the time with a Master.
The beginning of my 24 hour incarceration in Bondage-UK's rubber cell. This was just before the door was firmly closed and locked. I wouldn't see daylight again for a long time...
So... you wanted to be Tim, the bondage slave. And you wanted me to be Ross. Like in the story. Suspending you, all holes plugged, having to hydrate yourself. Happy to comply. But: Ross left Tim like this for over 30h! Not sure you really remembered that detail? (sub: Benjypup)
@RbrLthrSMbiker Accepting its role as an object. Rubber property. Master controls duration, sensation, combinations, positions. Gimp is clay shaped by Sir. It moans n grunts. Struggling produces shadows n glints on the rubber n steel which define n control it during immersion. Transformed
With the D ring on the back of its collar also padlocked to the chair, there’s no point in struggling gimp. Let the big gag become part of you. Breathe the poppered air deeply. Enjoy the chunky ribbed dildo in the locked buttplug harness and the burn of those elastrated nipples…
Wishing everybody a merry X-mas with this fantastic picture, in which we broke the previous record of 14 people in sleepsacks at the same time. Massive thanks to all the guys at SISC who made this possible, and my co-organizer Scooby.