Author: Estargo

Jason sat at the bar at the Kings Crown hotel, a five-star establishment which hosted the annual BDSM conference. A large man, with broad shoulders thickly muscled arms, a barrel chest and powerful legs. His well-defined muscles were hidden by his formal attire, a plain black suit with a purple tie. He had a handsome face, according to his wife at least, with military cut dark brown hair and grey starting to color his temples. He picked up his scotch staring into the void while thinking on the seminar that had just ended. It was a new form of bondage he had never tried before; the premise was to give ones partner a body suit of rope that leaves the breasts and lips visible while also putting pressure on the clit with movement. It didn’t restrain the wearer in the least and this bothered him, “What was the point…” he mused softly to himself. The technique had a couple of versions and modifications that could be made to restrain the wearer which were more to his liking, but the effort seemed prohibitive. Read more »