This
picture was taken in September of 1998. William built this sling
just for me. Well, really it was for his weenie AND me. It has a
rigid plywood base, that was then liberally covered with high density foam
before it was suspended from the ceiling via web straps attached to four
eye bolts. I added the crop to demonstrate just how happy all those
clothespins made him. If you look closely you can see the cuffs and
chaius that are a part of the sling -- at this time I was still attaching
the cuffs to the chains with panic snaps. These snaps can be easily
removed in an emergency (or if he really wanted to get out) so I call this
type of bondage "theatrical".

When I met William,
this was just a small corner of the dungeon devoted to different cock rings,
ball stretchers, parachutes, weights and the like. I felt like kid
sadist in a torture candy store when I first visited The Friendly Little
Dungeonsm
Leather Honeymoon
In
October, we went to Living in Leather (LiL) XII. This was the first
time I had been in a large (300+) group of perverts. I had the best
time meeting all sorts of perverts from all over the U.S. What I
really enjoyed were the dungeons where I was up on stage torturing him
for hours upon hours at a time. It was at Living in Leather that
I REALLY knew I was an exhibitionist! I loved playing in front of
the crowd, showing them all the wonderfully diabolical things I could do
to him. At one point, I was sitting on his face while I was
torturing him, yelling, "Don't make me cum" because when he was thinking
about me, he wouldn't scream for me! The people standing and watching
started to laugh! It was after LiL that we knew we were madly in
love. William dubbed it our "Leather Honeymoon"
Unfortunately,
we didn't take any pictures at LiL, so you'll just have to settle for these
that were taken shortly afterward at a short-lived BDSM club here in Oregon.
I've taken most of the pictures on my site, these are some of the few rare
shots with me in them that were taken by someone else (thanks Amy).

Notice I am not wearing any gloves; one of the benefits of being a fluid-bonded monogamous couple.
If you'd like
to tell him a) how lucky he is or b) what a nice stiffie he has, send mail
to
Wm
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