A Private Body Painting Adventure With Assless Pants

Where​ It​ All​ Began​ For​ This​ ​Ginger​ ​Ninja

A​ ​long​ ​time​ ​ago,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​BDSM headspace​ ​far,​ ​far​ ​away,​ ​I​ ​stumbled​ ​into​ ​the​ ​Sydney​ ​kink​ ​scene​ ​so hard​ ​I​ ​gagged​ ​myself​ ​upon​ ​entry.

I​ ​would​ ​have​ ​been​ ​​21​ ​and​ ​my​ ​partner​ ​was​ ​19.​ ​I​ ​had​ ​been​ ​playing,​ ​let’s​ ​pretend,​ ​at knowing​ ​how​ ​to​ ​use​ ​a​ ​camera​ ​to​ ​make​ ​art​ ​for​ ​about​ ​a​ ​year​ ​but​ ​was​ ​not​ ​yet​ ​really working​ ​professionally​ ​as​ ​a​ ​photographer.​ ​I was very​ ​much​ ​still​ ​finding​ ​my​ ​way.​ ​Luckily​ ​for me,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​few​ ​very​ ​useful​ ​perks​ ​up​ ​my​ ​sleeve​ ​that​ ​allowed​ ​me​ ​to​ ​thrive​ ​as​ ​a​ ​creative​ ​in a​ ​short​ ​period​ ​of​ ​time.

  • I​ ​could​ ​talk​ ​to​ ​anyone​ ​about​ ​anything.
  • I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​partner​ ​who​ ​was​ ​a​ ​makeup​ ​artist/body​ ​painter.
  • ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​free​ ​time.
  • I​ ​was​ ​very,​ ​very​ ​lucky.

So​ ​where​ ​does​ ​this​ ​lead?​ ​Down​ ​a​ ​rather​ ​well​ ​lit​ ​and​ ​friendly​ ​rabbit​ ​hole​ ​in​ ​my​ ​personal experiences.​ ​My​ ​entry​ ​into​ ​the​ ​Kink​ ​world​ ​was​ ​as​ ​a​ ​spectator.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​always​ ​“behind​ ​the rope”​ ​with​ ​people​ ​who​ ​“rig”​ ​professionally​ ​and​ ​rigorously​ ​practiced​ ​“Safe,​ ​Sane, Consensual”​ ​like​ ​a​ ​religious​ ​mantra.​ ​I​ ​could​ ​hide​ ​safely​ ​behind​ ​my​ ​camera​ ​as​ ​I​ ​realised that​ ​all​ ​the​ ​things​ ​that​ ​had​ ​been​ ​demonized​ ​by​ ​society​ ​were​ ​in​ ​fact,​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​fun.

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A Body Painting Adventure With Assless And Crotchless Pants

We​ ​were​ ​working​ ​with​ ​other​ ​photographers,​ ​models​ ​and​ ​creatives​ ​in​ ​Sydney​ ​when​ ​we met​ ​this​ ​couple​ ​who​ ​were​ ​aged​ ​45ish (female)​ ​and​ ​55ish (male)​ ​at​ ​a​ ​studio​ ​photo​ ​session​ ​where my​ ​partner​ ​was​ ​doing​ ​a​ ​mermaid​ ​body​ ​paint.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​assisting​ ​with​ ​lights​ ​on​ ​this​ ​one​ ​and not​ ​actually​ ​taking​ ​any​ ​photos.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​nothing​ ​sexual,​ ​sensual​ ​or​ ​provocative​ ​about this​ ​particular​ ​day​ ​whatsoever.

During​ ​the​ ​session​ ​we​ ​organised​ ​to​ ​do​ ​a​ ​large​ ​scale​ ​body​ ​paint​ ​of​ ​a​ ​Snow​ ​Leopard​ ​for the​ ​model​ ​at​ ​a​ ​later​ ​date.​ ​Specifically,​ ​they​ ​invited​ ​us​ ​to​ ​-​​ their​ house -​ ​situated​ ​in​ ​a lovely​ ​private​ ​scenic​ ​location​ ​outside​ ​of​ ​Sydney.​ ​Nothing​ ​clicked.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​just​ ​another cool​ ​job/experience.

The​ ​day​ ​came​ ​and​ ​upon​ ​arrival​ ​we​ ​were​ ​assured​ ​in​ ​a​ ​jovial​ ​state​ ​of​ ​merriment​ ​that pants​ ​were​ ​entirely​ ​optional​ ​in​ ​this​ ​household.​ ​Nothing​ ​clicked.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​young​ ​and​ ​shy​ ​and so​ ​was​ ​my​ ​partner​ ​so​ ​we​ ​kept​ ​them​ ​on!

The​ ​girls​ ​started​ ​body​ ​painting​ ​and​ ​I​ ​spent​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​time​ ​speaking​ ​with​ ​the gentleman.​ ​If​ ​I​ ​hadn’t​ ​worn​ ​my​ ​best​ ​poker​ ​face​ ​that​ ​day,​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​would​ ​have​ ​bulged from​ ​my​ ​skull​ ​as​ ​he​ ​showed​ ​me​ ​through​ ​his​ ​collection.​ ​Primarily​ ​comprised​ ​of​ ​large scale​ ​rigging​ ​apparatus​ ​that​ ​would​ ​have​ ​looked​ ​well​ ​and​ ​truly​ ​at​ ​home​ ​in​ ​a​ ​medieval torturers​ ​dungeon.​ ​As​ ​well​ ​as​ ​lots​ ​of​ ​stainless​ ​steel​ ​things​ ​that​ ​were​ ​very​ ​shiny​ ​and pointy.​ ​It​ ​still​ ​hadn’t​ ​clicked.

The​ ​paint​ ​was​ ​complete,​ ​it​ ​didn’t​ ​take​ ​too​ ​long.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​mostly​ ​white​ ​with​ ​a​ ​stencil​ ​leopard pattern​ ​after​ ​all​ ​and​ ​so​ ​off​ ​we​ ​trundled​ ​into​ ​the​ ​“jungle”​ ​that​ ​was​ ​their​ ​back​ ​yard.

He​ ​brought​ ​with​ ​his​ ​own​ ​camera​ ​and​ ​snapped​ ​a​ ​few​ ​shots​ ​for​ ​himself.​ ​I​ ​should​ ​note here​ ​that​ ​he​ ​was​ ​wearing​ ​leather​ ​chaps​ ​and​ ​a​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​running​ ​shorts​ ​over​ ​the​ ​top.​ ​No Clicking.

From​ ​this​ ​shoot​ ​in​ ​2009.

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So​ ​it​ ​went​ ​like​ ​any​ ​shoot​ ​I​ ​had​ ​done​ ​at​ ​the​ ​time.​ ​I​ ​pretended​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​clue​ ​what​ ​I​ ​was doing​ ​and​ ​directed​ ​the​ ​model.​ ​Some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​photos​ ​were​ ​bad,​ ​most​ ​were​ ​awful.​ ​The couple​ ​were​ ​ecstatic​ ​with​ ​the​ ​results.

Then​ ​he​ ​asked​ ​if​ ​he​ ​could​ ​jump​ ​in​ ​a​ ​few​ ​of​ ​the​ ​shots.​ ​I​ ​agreed​ ​and​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​me​ ​his camera.​ ​My​ ​naive​ ​mind​ ​thought​ ​he​ ​just​ ​wanted​ ​a​ ​few​ ​simple​ ​snapshots​ ​of​ ​his​ ​partner and​ ​himself​ ​in​ ​commemoration​ ​of​ ​the​ ​event.

I​ ​was​ ​wrong.​ ​Off​ ​came​ ​the​ ​shorts.​ ​Those​ ​chaps​ ​I​ ​mentioned.

Assless…

 …​ ​and​ ​…

 CROTCHLESS.

He​ ​asked​ ​very​ ​politely​ ​if​ ​I​ ​would​ ​mind​ ​if​ ​they​ ​“interacted​ ​in​ ​a​ ​sexual​ ​way.”​ ​I​ ​checked​ ​with my​ ​partner​ ​and​ ​she​ ​was​ ​ok​ ​with​ ​it​ ​so​ ​I​ ​gave​ ​a​ ​timid​ ​nod​ ​of​ ​assurance.

​It​ ​didn’t​ ​however​ ​go​ ​any​ ​further.​ ​Right​ ​at​ ​that​ ​time​ ​his​ ​partner,​ ​the​ ​model,​ ​tripped,​ ​fell and​ ​cut​ ​her​ ​knee​ ​up​ ​quite​ ​badly​ ​and​ ​we​ ​had​ ​to​ ​retreat​ ​to​ ​safety​ ​to​ ​tend​ ​the​ ​wound.

So,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​non-event​ ​same​ ​old​ ​shoot​ ​I​ ​was​ ​used​ ​to​ ​after​ ​all.

​But…

​something​ ​had​ ​clicked.

I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about.​ ​Figuring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​legal​ ​side​ ​of​ ​what​ ​I​ ​might​ ​be​ ​getting​ ​myself into​ ​was​ ​then​ ​and​ ​to​ ​this​ ​day​ ​a​ ​minefield​ ​to​ ​navigate.​ ​Creating​ ​any​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​erotica​ ​or pornography​ ​in​ ​Australia​ ​is​ ​riddled​ ​with​ ​outdated​ ​legislation,​ ​​ ​blurry​ ​legalese​ ​that​ ​is​ ​also weighted​ ​down​ ​with​ ​so​ ​much​ ​censorship​ ​and​ ​expensive​ ​classification​ ​that​ ​I​ ​never​ ​have crossed​ ​into​ ​the​ ​territory.​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​err​ ​on​ ​the​ ​side​ ​of​ ​caution​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​out​ ​of​ ​trouble and​ ​focus​ ​on​ ​other​ ​areas​ ​of​ ​the​ ​business.​ ​I​ ​have​ ​met​ ​with​ ​several​ ​lawyers​ ​and​ ​have never​ ​been​ ​able​ ​to​ ​get​ ​any​ ​cut​ ​and​ ​dry,​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white​ ​legal​ ​advice​ ​on​ ​the​ ​matter.

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Why I Am Heavily Drawn To Shibari

There​ ​are​ ​many​ ​more​ ​stories​ ​for​ ​another​ ​time.​ ​Over​ ​the​ ​years,​ ​I​ ​realised​ ​I​ ​was​ ​primarily interested​ ​in​ ​the​ ​aesthetic​ ​element​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Kink​ ​world​ ​and​ ​became​ ​drawn​ ​heavily​ ​to​ ​what is​ ​known​ ​as​ ​“Shibari.” In​ ​Japan,​ ​“Shibari”​ ​simply​ ​means​ ​“to​ ​tie”.​ ​The​ ​contemporary​ ​meaning​ ​of​ ​Shibari is described as​ ​an​ ​ancient​ ​Japanese​ ​artistic​ ​form​ ​of​ ​rope​ ​bondage.

The​ ​origin​ ​of​ ​Shibari​ ​comes​ ​from​ ​Hojo-jutsu,​ ​the​ ​martial​ ​art​ ​of​ ​restraining​ ​captives.​ ​In Japan​ ​from​ ​1400​ ​to​ ​1700,​ ​while​ ​the​ ​local​ ​police​ ​and​ ​Samurai​ ​used​ ​Hojo-jutsu​ ​as​ ​a​ ​form of​ ​imprisonment​ ​and​ ​torture,​ ​the​ ​honor​ ​of​ ​these​ ​ancient​ ​Samurai​ ​warriors​ ​required​ ​them to​ ​treat​ ​their​ ​prisoners​ ​well.​ ​So,​ ​they​ ​used​ ​different​ ​techniques​ ​to​ ​tie​ ​their​ ​prisoners, showing​ ​the​ ​honor​ ​and​ ​status​ ​of​ ​their​ ​captured​ ​prisoner.

​The​ ​key​ ​elements​ ​I​ ​love​ ​are​ ​the​ ​methodical,​ ​meditative​ ​approach​ ​along​ ​with​ ​the​ ​artistic expression​ ​of​ ​sensuality​ ​and​ ​trust​ ​between​ ​the​ ​people​ ​involved.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​creates incredible​ ​visual​ ​feasts​ ​that​ ​simply​ ​cannot​ ​be​ ​found​ ​in​ ​many​ ​other​ ​mediums.

The Difference Between Synthetic And Natural Fibre Ropes

One​ ​aspect​ ​that​ ​many​ ​people​ ​would​ ​never​ ​really​ ​consider​ ​that​ ​I​ ​find​ ​very​ ​intriguing​ ​is preparing​ ​new​ ​rope. Buying​ ​and​ ​preparing​ ​rope​ ​is​ ​an​ ​art form​ ​in​ ​itself.​ ​You​ ​have​ ​to​ ​consider​ ​the​ ​differences​ ​in the​ ​tooth​ ​of​ ​the​ ​rope​ ​as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​the​ ​feel​ ​that​ ​varies​ ​drastically​ ​between​ ​synthetic​ ​and natural​ ​fibres.

Synthetic​ ​ropes​ ​have​ ​less​ ​bite​ ​in​ ​the​ ​tooth​ ​so​ ​they​ ​tend​ ​to​ ​become​ ​looser​ ​over​ ​time rather​ ​than​ ​tighter.​ ​However​ ​they​ ​are​ ​far​ ​less​ ​comfortable​ ​and​ ​much​ ​more​ ​likely​ ​to​ ​burn the​ ​person​ ​being​ ​tied.​ ​They​ ​are​ ​good​ ​for​ ​beginners​ ​as​ ​they​ ​are​ ​usually​ ​cheap​ ​and​ ​much easier​ ​to​ ​undo.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​doesn’t​ ​matter​ ​so​ ​drastically​ ​if​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​cut​ ​your​ ​subject​ ​free​ ​of cheap​ ​rope.

Natural​ ​fibre​ ​ropes​ ​are​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​preferred​ ​medium​ ​with​ ​the​ ​most​ ​popular​ ​being​ ​hemp, jute​ ​and​ ​cotton.​ ​Typically​ ​being​ ​softer​ ​to​ ​touch​ ​and​ ​with​ ​a​ ​medium​ ​tooth,​ ​cotton​ ​is​ ​less expensive​ ​but​ ​requires​ ​more​ ​prep​ ​work​ ​to​ ​make​ ​it​ ​comfortable.

BOIL​ ​YOUR​ ​ROPE!​ ​

To​ ​soften​ ​the​ ​feel,​ ​you​ ​boil​ ​your​ ​rope​ ​but​ ​you​ ​need​ ​to​ ​dry​ ​it​ ​under tension​ ​or​ ​it​ ​will​ ​become​ ​weak​ ​and​ ​prone​ ​to​ ​snapping​ ​under​ ​pressure.​ ​So​ ​tightly​ ​wind​ ​it around​ ​a​ ​hula​ ​hoop​ ​or​ ​a​ ​clothing​ ​rack​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​it​ ​strong.​ ​Weak​ ​rope​ ​can​ ​become​ ​very dangerous​ ​and​ ​so​ ​is​ ​definitely​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​idea​ ​if​ ​you​ ​are​ ​doing​ ​any​ ​suspension​ ​work.

OIL​ ​YOUR​ ​ROPE!​ ​

You​ ​can​ ​also​ ​oil,​ ​wax,​ ​perfume​ ​and​ ​dye​ ​your​ ​rope​ ​to​ ​make​ ​it​ ​even softer​ ​to​ ​touch​ ​and​ ​smell​ ​lovely.​ ​It​ ​is​ ​very​ ​common​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​down​ ​the​ ​length​ ​of​ ​rope​ ​with your​ ​favourite​ ​mixtures​ ​and​ ​then​ ​bake​ ​it​ ​in​ ​the​ ​oven​ ​at​ ​a​ ​low​ ​temperature​ ​to​ ​make​ ​the concoction​ ​soak​ ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​through.

Boiling​ ​and​ ​oiling​ ​rope​ ​can​ ​take​ ​10-20​ ​hours​ ​of​ ​work​ ​for​ ​50-100​ ​meters​ ​and​ ​so​ ​it​ ​is​ ​a meditative​ ​process​ ​that​ ​is​ ​very​ ​involving.​ ​You​ ​put​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​love​ ​and​ ​consideration​ ​into your​ ​rope​ ​and​ ​that​ ​transfers​ ​to​ ​the​ ​tying​ ​​ ​process​ ​itself​ ​but​ ​I​ ​will​ ​talk​ ​about​ ​that​ ​some other​ ​time.

This​ ​shot​ ​is​ ​from​ ​2014​ ​at​ ​the​ ​now​ ​closed​ ​“Sydney​ ​Rope​ ​Dojo.”

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On​ ​a​ ​final​ ​note,​ ​I​ ​would​ ​like​ ​to​ ​iterate​ ​that​ ​my​ ​absolute​ ​favourite​ ​part​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kink community​ ​is​ ​that​ ​it​ ​is​ ​for​ ​the​ ​most​ ​part,​ ​inclusive,​ ​non​ ​exclusionary,​ ​friendly​ ​and​ ​full​ ​of passionate,​ ​caring​ ​individuals​ ​who​ ​celebrate​ ​sexuality​ ​in​ ​all​ ​of​ ​its​ ​forms.​ ​I​ ​have​ ​met many​ ​of​ ​the​ ​most​ ​intelligent,​ ​caring​ ​well​ ​rounded​ ​people​ ​in​ ​this​ ​world​ ​and​ ​I​ ​strongly recommend​ ​checking​ ​out​ ​fetlife.com,​ ​heading​ ​to​ ​a​ ​local​ ​munch​ ​and​ ​becoming​ ​a​ ​part​ ​of the​ ​community​ ​to​ ​any​ ​and​ ​all.​ ​Just​ ​keep​ ​in​ ​mind​ ​most​ ​communities​ ​are​ ​very​ ​self-preserving​ ​and​ ​toxicity​ ​and​ ​bad​ ​behaviour​ ​is​ ​never​ ​tolerated.​ ​Just​ ​as​ ​it​ ​should​ ​be!

Author: Jason is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

Sexpert is our resident full time sex blogger. Having successfully owned and managed a number of blogs relating to women’s lifestyle, she easily blended into her role as chief blogger of the Adultsmart Blog. She is in a long term relationship with her boyfriend. She also runs Good Girl Guide, a sexual lifestyle blog.

73 Year Old Granny FemDom Sex!

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Continued from Charity Granny Sex!

…. Huh!…  Geez, I must have dozed off – as I slowly came back to reality.  What the!  I can’t move my hands.  Looking around I now realized that I was stark naked and my hands were tied to the back of the chair and my ankles were tied to each leg of the chair.

I realized where I was now and looked up to see dear Ethyl smiling at me.  Now I was worried.  Ethyl was dressed in a shiny vinyl skirt, wearing a shiny vinyl hat, with shiny riding boots and a whip.  She had a belt and attached to the belt on a hook was a ball gag.  I could see on the table there were an assortment of sex toys.  She slashed down the whip onto her hand and a loud crack could be heard.  My 73 year old Charity Sex Granny was a domme.

She said, ‘Jim.  Your father used to tell me of all the bad things you used to do.  Are you a naughty boy?”

What was I to say, so I said, “Not really”.

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She yelled, “Liar, I will have none of that’ as she used the whip to crack across my chest making sure that I knew she was a gran femdom.  I struggled as she came up to me removing the ball gag from her belt as she said, “If you are going to lie to me, then I do not want to hear from you.”  She roughly forced the ball into my mouth and then secured the clasp around the back of my head.

She said, ‘I told you I was going to teach you a thing or two about love,’ and with that she lifted her skinny granny leg, complete with age spots and wrinkly skin and kicked out with her riding boot to my chest.  I could not believe the strength in those grandma legs as my chair toppled over backwards and I was left facing the ceiling.

Sweet Ethyl walked towards me and then straddled me so that she was directly above me.  I looked up and saw that she was wearing no underwear.  She saw me looking and said, “You are a dirty little boy aren’t you?”

I could not answer with the gag in my mouth but again there was movement down below.  She then parted her legs further and I could see her aging cunt with her labia lips hanging down.  Her asshole, complete with protruding hemorrhoids could also be seen.  She moved her hand and began playing with her cunt and I could see her granny juices were starting to flow.  Watching her wrinkled hand I watched as she put one finger, then two fingers, then three and four up her hole.  She began to moan as the trickle turned into a flow and felt droplets of her aged pussy juices fall upon my face.  Her moaning grew louder and she threw back her head and said,”I’m coming you dirty little boy!”

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She began shaking and her pussy juices together with her white cum could be seen on her four fingers.  She withdrew her fingers from her now gaping cunt and wiped them clean all over my face.  It felt sticky and warm and I could distinctly smell something slightly metallic.  She began to laugh as she bent over and took off my ball gag.   My cock was standing erect and hard.

She then sat down on my chest with her legs spread.  I had to lift my head in an uncomfortable position to watch her.  I could see her slightly open pussy, surrounded by greying pubic hair that had obviously thinned out because of age.

She said, “I am going to give you a show and then you are going to eat me out.  Do you understand?”

I nodded yes.

She then began to play with herself and started with the finger thing again.  However this time she did not stop at four but put her whole fist inside her cunt with ease.  She began to fist fuck herself harder and harder and her moans became louder and louder again until she roared, “I am coming”.

She then pulled her fist out and started to squirt all over my face. She would then shove her fist back into her wrinkled old cunt and then back out again.  She was squirting or pissing all over my face but to me it felt like rain in the sunshine.  Having only bedded young women before I was used to seeing the elasticity in fresh pink pussies.  Poor old Ethyl’s cunt had obviously seen better days and when she took her fist out of her pussy it barely closed at all.  Her gaping hole remained open each time she took her fist out and I could see past the greying labia and clit inside her cavernous and long dead womb.  Her pelvic muscles had seen better days decades ago.

Finally she stopped fisting herself but remained with her legs open and her cunt gaping wide.  She said, “Are you having a bit of a look up my love tunnel are you?”

I nodded yes.

She said, “Well now it is time to get up close and personal and you are going to lick me clean.  And make sure you clean the inside too!”

With that she sat on my face and I ate first gingerly and the with zealous began to lick her clean. Her cunt remained open and I managed to penetrate it with my chin.  She liked this and began to chin fuck me, causing the back of my head to thump against the floor each time she thrusts.  With my face nestled in her aged pussy I could smell an ‘old peoples smell’.  To be quite honest it did not turn me off, it was a mixture between grassy and metallic odor.   Since I have learnt that the smell is from ‘noneal’ production or in simple terms it is caused by the deterioration of skin and the antioxidant defenses.

Ethyl then moved her ass over my face and said, “Lick my arsehole you whipper snapper”  which I eagerly complied with.  It was not the smooth anal canal I had seen when doing doggie with my younger women but full of character.  There must have been 3 or 4 hanging hemorrhoids.  I earnestly licked her ass, moving the hanging roids with my tongue until I was able to penetrate her old rosebud and tongue fucked her asshole.  She moaned and giggled with delight.

She then moved herself back on my chest and said, ‘Now you have been a good boy haven’t you?  And I can see that you may want a bit of relief so I am going to untie you and allow you however you have a choice to make.  My pussy is old and with all the use it is a bit sore so do you want a hand-job or fuck me up the ass?”

I replied, “Why not both.”

She said, “You are a naughty boy but I like it’.

She then untied me but motioned for me to stay lying down.  My cock at this stage was harder than a metal rod.  It throbbed and actually hurt because of how hard it is.  Ethyl inspected it and said, “My, my.  What a state you have got yourself in.”

She then touched my cock with her wrinkly finger and I almost exploded immediately.  She grabbed some superslyde lubricant from her table and rubbed it in her hands and began to stroke me cock.  The sensations were exquisite and I think with 90 seconds I was already in the throes of ejaculation.  Again I spurted over and over again, never in my life had I cum so much and whilst I was squirting by jism she lowered her face so that I was cumming all over her cheeks, and eyes which made me cum even more.  Finally, I finished and saw Ethyl started to rub my cum into her skin.

She said, “There is nothing like a bit of young spunk to apply to my old face.  Best rejuvenation cream ever.’

Even though I had cum, my cock was semi-erect and dear Ethyl began to get up, “Help and old dear will you Jim.’  I got up and helped Ethyl up and could hear the bones crackle with the effort.  She said, “One day you will be like me.  This damned arthritis.”  Finally she was up and hobbled over the table and bent forward lifting her skirt and revealing her bony ass.

She said, ”Now come over here Jim and stick that thing up my ass before it decides it wants to go to sleep.”  With one hand leaning on the table she moved her other hand onto one her saggy ass cheeks and pulled it apart.  As she pulled it apart her asshole began to open.  I thought to myself this is not going to be a tight butt fuck.

I grabbed the superslyde and covered my cock with it and her ass. I began to push against her and within minutes it slipped inside.  I was giving my Charity Domme Granny anal sex and within moments I was hard as concrete.  I began to pound that geriatric ass and it kept getting larger and larger.  It felt like my cock was a single match in a matchbox but rather than turn me off it was actually turning me on.  I grabbed the sagging skin on her other ass cheek that caused to open her butthole even further.  It was a case of trying to touch the sides but as I looked down at this cavernous anus it triggered something inside me and again I began to cum.  I took my cock out whilst Ethyl held one cheek and I held the other and watched as my hot semen spurt shots in and around her anal pecker.

Finally, I was done and spent.  I sat down on the chair and Ethyl walked away.  A couple of minutes later she returned again in her dressing gown.  She carried my clothes and placed them in front of me on the table where moments ago I was ass fucking her and said, ‘Give my best to your father dear.  And remember I need re-mulching next month” and she toddle off.

I dressed quickly and walked home.  My father was waiting for me sitting at the dining room table.  I could not bear to look him in the eyes and he said, “How did you go with Ethyl, Jim?”

I said, “She sends her regards Dad!”

He said, “Oh Really.  Remember, next week you have to help old Genie pruning the trees.”

I said, “Sure dad, anything to help.” Still no able to look him in the eyes.

He said, “Be careful though.  Genie can be a bit of a naughty one.”

I looked up.  Was that a twinkle in my dad’s eye.  Perhaps this Charity work was not such a hard deal afterall.

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Andrew is right into the Fet Lifestyle and enjoys BDSM. He has written about these subjects in many arena’s and is an expert at Shibari. He shares his knowledge by working with Adultsmart a sex toy store. Enjoy the descriptive and educational articles he has written.

Kinbaku: The Art Of Japanese Rope Bondage

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While the use of ropes in the BDSM world is nothing new, a practice of rope tying focusing on both restraint and beauty has been increasing in popularity. With classes and evenings put on at local clubs and parties exploring this specific type of rope play. Kinbaku, originating from Japan has well and truly made its way to the west and it has everyone very interested. In the following I will explain Kinbaku and its origins, discuss the rope types preferred by Kinbaku enthusiast and show you some introductory techniques to get you started.

What Is Kinbaku?

Kinbaku or Kinbaku-bi means “The Beauty of Tight Binding” and it is a Japanese style of BDSM or bondage that uses thin rope to tie people up while also creating visually intricate patterns. This means that many different lengths of rope are required to achieve the desired look. Couple this with the need for knot knowledge and Kinbaku becomes something that requires a bit of investigation and a lot of practice.

Kinbaku is also sometimes called Shibari however there is a difference between the two. Shibari refers to a purely artistic use of the rope play that is much more focused on the overall look of the ropes on the body. Shibari isn’t considered sexual. Kinbaku while also being about the visual does focus more on the restraint aspect of the rope in both the physical and mental realm. However if you walk into an Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centre and ask about either Kinbaku or Shibari we will know what you are referring to as the terms are becoming increasingly interchangeable.

Kinbaku in one form or another has been around for a very long time and first came to notice during the late Edo period of Japan (1600’s – 1860’s). It is thought the practice originated with Seiv Lto who is known as the father of Kinbaku. He drew inspiration for the practice from Hojojutsu (a form of martial arts that employs rope as restraints) as well as Kabuki Theatre and Wood carvings. Kinbaku’s popularity increased in Japan during the 1950’s when adult magazines began publishing the practice and soon after live shows followed allowing people to experience Kinbaku in person. Now when Kinbaku made its way to the west it began to influence BDSM practices here. It is highly likely that BDSM fans have come across Kinbaku at one stage. Kinbaku is now regularly used in tandem with other bondage practices creating a plethora of different types and fusions.

Rope Types

Now while it may seem like you can just grab some rope from the nearest garden shed or hardware store and get started but this really isn’t the case. Rope isn’t just rope in Kinbaku it is your tool, it is your artwork so picking the correct type is always important. Traditionally a loose laid, three strand jute ropes used. The Japanese called this Asanawa which is translated as “hemp rope.” Hemp was the first fibre used, however generally it is considered to refer to a range of natural fibre ropes rather than a specific type. And while traditionalists will still use this type we now have a range of ropes made from both synthetic and natural products that will work well.

Natural Fibre Ropes

The reason why this rope was and is till used has to do with the flexibility of the fibres. They bend with the body but can still hold tension. The natural fibres create friction which not only helps to hold the knots together but also creates an interesting sensation against the skin.

Silk Ropes

Typically manufactured in the traditional style (loose laid 3 strand) silk ropes offer a softer alternative against the skin.

Synthetic Ropes

Again designed similarly, they offer another alternative. Generally smoother than natural fibre, synthetic ropes are a good alternative for those wanting something a little more rough than silk but not as course as natural.

The general rule with choosing rope is to consider what you are planning to do with it especially with regards to length. Kinbaku can use up a long length of rope up quickly because of the tying styles. It is also important to think of who and where it is going. The wrists and ankles are likely to be less sensitive than thigh skin. Flexibility is also important in the rope, it gives greater control of tightness and resistance while still allowing movement.

Basic Techniques

The basic two knots that you need to know are:

The Bowline Knot

The Bowline will not slip and is suitable for single limb bondage and suspension.

The Square (or Reef) Knot

The square knot is one worth knowing, it can be used for just about anything. The square knot is important to know because it doesn’t slip meaning that it can tolerate movement and the struggling of the captive.

Once you have mastered these two knots jump into some research to learn different variations and styles of those knots as well as other tying techniques that build on either the square or bowline knots.

Below are some images of a glimpse into the popular BDSM restraint system Japanese Rope Bondage:

Shibari And Kinbaku Rope Bondage Model
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Man Attached To An O-Ring With Rope Restraints
Photo: Male Model In Kinbaku
Woman Tied Up In Kinbaku Restraints
Photo: Female Model In Kinbaku

About The Author: Jamie is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

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Andrew is right into the Fet Lifestyle and enjoys BDSM. He has written about these subjects in many arena’s and is an expert at Shibari. He shares his knowledge by working with Adultsmart a sex toy store. Enjoy the descriptive and educational articles he has written.

Servicing Mz Cherry With Leather Restraints

Brunette On Bed With Handcuffs

I​ ​couldn’t​ ​begin​ ​to​ ​relay​ ​how​ ​everything​ ​changed​ ​that​ ​night.​ ​As​ ​I​ ​surveyed​ ​my​ ​surroundings​ ​with ease,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a​ ​sense​ ​of​ ​calm​ ​in​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​the​ ​gentle​ ​hum​ ​of​ ​the​ ​central​ ​air conditioning​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​palpable;​ ​the​ ​stillness​ ​was​ ​eerie,​ ​even.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​in that​ ​moment​ ​that​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​sounded,​ ​and​ ​a​ ​man​ ​-​ ​wait,​ ​no,​ ​was​ ​it​ ​a​ ​woman?​ ​Entered​ ​through the​ ​doors.

He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​came​ ​up​ ​to​ ​me,​ ​with​ ​long​ ​curly​ ​brown​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​feminine​ ​yet​ ​somehow​ ​masculine​ ​blue eyes​ ​and​ ​spoke​ ​softly;​ ​“Do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​anything​ ​about​ ​BDSM?”​ ​He​ ​-​ ​She​ ​-​ ​They,​ ​cocked​ ​a​ ​hand on​ ​their​ ​hip​ ​and​ ​tilted​ ​their​ ​head​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side,​ ​quizzically.

I,​ ​completely​ ​taken​ ​aback​ ​by​ ​the​ ​abruptness​ ​of​ ​the​ ​situation,​ ​somewhat​ ​bemused,​ ​simply answered​ ​“Yes.​ ​What​ ​would​ ​you​ ​like​ ​to​ ​know?”

It​ ​was​ ​those​ ​two​ ​questions​ ​that​ ​set​ ​the​ ​tone​ ​for​ ​the​ ​night​ ​and​ ​a​ ​journey​ ​into​ ​self-exploration, boundaries​ ​and​ ​knowledge​ ​were​ ​about​ ​to​ ​take​ ​place.

“Well,​ ​first​ ​things​ ​first,​ ​my​ ​name​ ​is​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​that’s​ ​right.​ ​Mz​ ​with​ ​a​ ​M​ ​and​ ​a​ ​Z​ ​“,​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry said,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she,​ ​held​ ​out​ ​a​ ​limp​ ​but​ ​surprisingly​ ​large​ ​hand.​ ​I​ ​shook​ ​the​ ​hand​ ​and​ ​said​ ​“I’m Andre.​ ​Usually​ ​you​ ​put​ ​a​ ​little​ ​hyphen​ ​on​ ​the​ ​E​ ​but​ ​my​ ​mom​ ​was​ ​lazy.”

As​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​laughed​ ​I​ ​noticed​ ​that​ ​he​ ​-​ ​she​ ​-​ ​nay,​ ​he,​ ​had​ ​a​ ​sizeable​ ​Adam’s​ ​apple.​ ​My​ ​initial curiosity​ ​returned​ ​to​ ​what​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry,​ ​a​ ​frail​ ​but​ ​very​ ​tall​ ​and​ ​lanky​ ​man,​ ​could​ ​have​ ​to​ ​say​ ​about BDSM.

“Well​ ​I’m​ ​a​ ​submissive,​ ​you​ ​see,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​regular​ ​partner​ ​that​ ​I​ ​play​ ​with​ ​-​ ​oh,​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​such a​ ​doll,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​get​ ​him​ ​something​ ​for​ ​his​ ​birthday​ ​that​ ​says,​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​property​ ​and​ ​he​ ​-” Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​bent​ ​down​ ​at​ ​this​ ​part​ ​and​ ​whispered​ ​“owns​ me.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then,​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​to​ ​give​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry.​ ​I​ ​led​ ​her​ ​to​ ​the​ ​BDSM​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pointed​ ​out​ ​a​ ​dog collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​“Nothing​ ​says​ ​ownership​ ​like​ ​a​ ​Dominatrix​ ​and​ ​his​ ​dog”​ ​I​ ​remarked.

“It’s​ ​just​ ​too​ ​mainstream”,​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face.​ ​“​ ​Why,​ ​every​ ​Tom,​ ​Dick​ ​and​ ​Harry​ ​is​ ​out there​ ​walking​ ​their​ ​submissive​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dog​ ​collar​ ​and​ ​leash.​ ​I’m​ ​his​ ​and​ ​only​ ​his​ ​and​ ​I​ ​need​ ​him​ ​to know​ ​that.”

I​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​belonging,​ ​and​ ​feeling​ ​like​ ​you​ ​belong,​ ​or​ ​that​ ​you’re​ ​someone’s​ ​property​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of the​ ​main​ ​kinks​ ​of​ ​BDSM.​ ​I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​leather​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​little​ ​padlocks​ ​on​ ​them.​ ​I held​ ​them​ ​up​ ​to​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​triumphantly.​ ​“This​ ​is​ ​what​ ​you​ ​need.​ ​He​ ​can​ ​lock​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​cuffs and​ ​keep​ ​the​ ​key​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​he’s​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​with​ ​keys.”

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Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​beamed.​ ​He​ ​flicked​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​held​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​hand-cuffs​ ​with​ ​his​ ​red​ ​press-on​ ​nails. Then​ ​he​ ​pined​ ​“But​ ​I​ ​want​ ​something​ ​extra!”

“And​ ​why​ ​shouldn’t​ ​you?”​ ​I​ ​asked.​ ​I​ ​held​ ​up​ ​a​ ​whip​ ​from​ ​Hell’s​ ​Couture,​ ​60cm​ ​in​ ​length​ ​with​ ​a metal​ ​handle.​ ​“This”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“So​ ​he​ ​can​ ​punish​ ​you​ ​when​ ​you​ ​need​ ​to​ ​be​ ​punished”.​ ​At​ ​this​ ​point Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​positively​ ​ecstatic.

“Just​ ​be​ ​careful”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​“These​ ​whips​ ​can​ ​hurt​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit.”

“Oh,​ ​honey​ ​child,​ ​I​ ​like​ ​to​ ​get​ ​rough!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​exclaimed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​lifted​ ​up​ ​his​ ​sleeves​ ​to​ ​reveal welts​ ​and​ ​bruises​ ​along​ ​his​ ​arms,​ ​including​ ​several​ ​scratch​ ​marks.

“Wow,​ ​you​ ​certainly​ ​do.​ ​I​ ​just​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​guys​ ​have​ ​a​ ​safe​ ​word,​ ​while​ ​it’s​ ​important​ ​to​ ​push​ ​limits and​ ​boundaries​ ​in​ ​BDSM​ ​play,​ ​it’s​ ​also​ ​important​ ​to​ ​make​ ​sure​ ​the​ ​acts​ ​are​ consensual​ ​and safe​ ​for​ ​the​ ​couple.”​ ​I​ ​said.

“My​ ​safe​ ​word​ ​is​ ​‘peaches’”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​giggled.​ ​Satisfied​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​was​ ​safe,​ ​I led​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​piece​ ​de​ ​resistance.​ ​I​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​a​ ​white​ ​box​ ​and​ ​showed​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry​ ​the​ ​label.

“This,​ ​is​ ​our​ ​Fetish​ ​Fantasy​ ​Series​ ​Rope​ ​Cuff​ ​&​ ​Tether​ ​Set.​ ​It​ ​comes​ ​with​ ​wrist​ ​cuffs,​ ​ankle​ ​cuffs and​ ​four​ ​rope​ ​tethers.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​has​ ​a​ ​free​ ​mask​ ​inside​ ​so​ ​you​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​absolutely​ ​helpless​ ​to​ ​your dominatrix,​ ​and​ ​give​ ​in​ ​to​ ​your​ ​sensations.”

Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​eyes​ ​lit​ ​up​ ​like​ ​when​ ​you​ ​hit​ ​three​ ​cherries​ ​at​ ​the​ ​pokies.​ ​“I​ ​love​ ​this!”​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry exclaimed.​ ​“And​ ​I​ ​know​ ​he’ll​ ​love​ ​this​ ​too.”

I​ ​knew​ ​then​ ​that​ ​we​ ​had​ ​satisfied​ ​three​ ​separate​ ​sexual​ ​themes​ ​of​ ​BDSM:​ ​giving​ ​and​ ​receiving pain,​ ​physical​ ​restriction​ ​and​ ​psychological​ ​humiliation.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​interesting​ ​to​ ​note​ ​that​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry himself​ ​was​ ​representative​ ​of​ ​BDSM​ ​sub-culture​ ​by​ ​resisting​ ​gender​ ​conformity.​ ​BDSM practitioners​ ​can​ ​often​ ​gender​ ​switch,​ ​take​ ​on​ ​a​ ​different​ ​gendered​ ​style​ ​depending​ ​of​ ​the gender​ ​of​ ​their​ ​partner​ ​and​ ​resist​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​gender​ ​matters​ ​in​ ​their​ ​play​ ​partner.

As​ ​I​ ​packed​ ​away​ ​Mz​ ​Cherry’s​ ​items​ ​for​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​reflected​ ​on​ ​what​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​place​ ​that​ ​night.​ ​A coming​ ​together​ ​of​ ​knowledge,​ ​sub-cultures,​ ​so-called​ ​perversions​ ​and​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​that​ ​sex​ ​has boundaries​ ​and​ ​limits​ ​that​ ​can​ ​be​ ​pushed​ ​all​ ​under​ ​safe​ ​and​ ​consensual​ ​situations.

About the author: Isaac is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

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Andrew is right into the Fet Lifestyle and enjoys BDSM. He has written about these subjects in many arena’s and is an expert at Shibari. He shares his knowledge by working with Adultsmart a sex toy store. Enjoy the descriptive and educational articles he has written.

To Tie Or Be Tied, That Is The Question

Shibari Model With Bunny Ears

If you’re like me, you may have noticed in recent times a growing prevalence of rope tying and bondage in the media, with classes, shows and exhibits occurring all around the world. It wasn’t so long ago that I discovered the beautiful art of Shibari – otherwise known as Kinbaku or Japanese Rope bondage – and already I have experienced some beautiful moments of connection, pleasure and healing in my explorations.

There exist multiple ways to approach rope bondage, with some people using it for sexual play, others in performance art and even as a tool for healing (Check out the incredible video below). My desire to be tied up and bound confuses some so I thought I would share what it is about rope bondage that has me so hooked.

Why I Am Hooked To Rope Bondage

During an experience of being tied and bound, I feel a deep sense of surrender which allows me to let go of the stressors in my mind and be completely present in my body. We live in a world that encourages us to be in our minds thinking constantly, so much so that we forget to feel (Read more on this at Revolutionize Sex With Your Primal Instinct). Getting out of our heads and into our bodies is important for our wellbeing and rope allows me to enter this space of embodied presence. The sensations of the rope tickling and pulling at my skin, my partners’ breath on my neck as he wraps the rope tightly around my chest and the incredible relief once it has been taken off all makes for an exquisite sensory experience. Also combining rope bondage with impact play from whips, spankers and ticklers is an added delight for your senses.

Shibari is a beautiful way to connect with my partner. Choosing to take time to be completely present with each other is particularly important to remain passionately in love, with a session of rope tying more than enough to bring us back to a place of deep connectedness. Being tied up and bound for me is all about surrender and trust. If I do not trust my partner, I remain in a hypervigilant & anxious state which is not enjoyable and prevents me from gaining pleasure out of the experience. As my partner ties me making me physically powerless, I am consciously trusting that he will take care of me throughout the experience which allows me to feel a sense of freedom like nothing else.

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Rope bondage can be an amazing outlet for exploring dominant and submissive roles within a partnership. The person tying is often referred to as a top, dom or rigger and embodies a very important role throughout the experience. Presence, safety and solidity are important qualities for the top to possess in order for the person being tied (known as the bottom, sub or rope bunny) to feel well supported throughout the experience. It is wonderful to play in this power dynamic and can make for some very juicy fun!

A combination of being held and connected with my partner and feeling present in my body often means intense emotions arise during a rope tying experience. I can go from being in a relaxed, meditative state to bursting into tears in a split second, never knowing what is going to arise throughout the experience. Despite what we may have been conditioned to believe, feeling and expressing emotions is a beautiful part of what it is to be a human being and should be encouraged. Suppressed emotions can cause a host of physical and mental health issues so better out than in I say! Shibari can allow us to access feelings we may have pushed down in the past, freeing us from our own s**t and making way for more pleasure, love and joy in our lives!!

Last but certainly not least, being tied up is so much fun!! I have recently begun suspension classes which involve rope harnesses tied around my chest & legs or hips and hung up on the ceiling. I see it as the next best thing to flying! As children, we are so good at playing yet when we grow into adulthood, we tend to neglect our innate desire to have fun in life. As well as been an intense and connected experience, being tied up makes me feel so much joy and excitement.

What I Recommend To Get Into Shibari

Now if you are thinking that Shibari is something that you would like to try, I would strongly recommend attending classes taught by experts in the field or visiting an experienced practitioner for a session. There are many safety precautions to take into consideration when tying or being tied. It can be a risky thing for all involved to be tying without professional instruction so I discourage you from picking up some rope from Bunnings and trying it on your own.

Happy tying everyone!!

Author: Stephanie Curtis- BA Nursing

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Meet the newest member to our team of experts. Stephanie Curtis is a sexologist with a huge capacity to care. Involved in spirituality and tantra her articles are professional, articulate and interesting. Enjoy Steph’s writings at the adultsmart sexual wellness and health blog.

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