As I slowly lubricate my gloved fingers and the massive black rubber cock between my legs my lust grows to impossible heights by the vision of beauty before me.

She is bent over, her small tight ass exposed, the ever so short 'school-girl' skirt hiked up around her waist. Her soft white skin striped from my belt across her ass and the backs of her thighs. She wears a plain white cotton panty, those stripes that peak out from its sides most exciting to me.

In moments I'll pull that panty down, expose her beautiful shaven cunt and the tiny rosebud of her ass. I wonder to myself, consider where I will penetrate her body. Will I fuck that delightful cunt or her less often used hole? For now I can simply bask in my own desire, later I will decide. Whatever I choose I know that I will experience the joy of hearing her cries, cries of violation, cries of her own lust satisfied.

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Sexy is...

Towering heels supporting delicate feet and toes.
Stockings encasing long and slender legs.
Thick yet supple leather caressing an hourglass torso.
Bare shoulders but hands and forearms covered by long leather gloves.
A beautiful face expressing lust and desire.

She wears a nine-inch rubber cock, impossibly large in diameter, perpetually ready for use, forever hard.

Another pair of towering heels, lashed with rope to hold the legs open.
Stockings over freshly shaved legs, runs from time spent crawling to her.
Shaven cock, balls, ass, unclothed, open for her designs.
A lace corset, tight laced, making the most of the figure it holds.
Arms and hands tightly bound, preventing escape and evasion.
A throaty voice, pleading to be violated.

He is open, lubricated, lustful, exploding with desire for the rubber cock she wears, eager to feel her strong push deep into his body.

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A friend passed along this photo gallery of alternative clothing to me. Bondage with a very definite twist!

Peter Pool

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Yesterday I returned from a very quick trip to Los Angeles. A short trip, but a great time!

I got to visit the Stockroom store, which was wonderful; it did bring to mind though just how extensive my toy collection is. I looked around at all the delightful things and alas, I discovered once again that there just aren’t any toys that I don’t already possess.

I remember when I first started pursuing bdsm how much fun toy shopping was, how much money one was able to part with for a couple bags of treasure. Alas, I think those days are forever behind me now, as my collection long ago became all encompassing.

That does however still leave clothes, one can never have too much fetish attire, and this trip did not disappoint!

I came home with a wonderful little red latex outfit, with black latex piping. Very cute, and very sexy to wear.

A big thank you to the wonderful submissive who accompanied me on the trip, and who ensured that I didn’t leave the store without my new latex! We had a delightful time in the City of Angels.

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When you are with me I want you to know that my cut is shaven. That not a single hair would stand between my cut and your eyes, my cut and your touch, my cut and your tongue.

I want you to know that not a single hair would impede your view of my delicate folds, your touch upon my soft skin, your taste of my wetness.

When you are with me I want you to know just how free and open my cut, your heaven, is to you.

When you are with me I want my cut covered. Covered by leather, latex, fabric. It is of course always covered when you are with me, always locked away from your eyes, your touch, your tongue.

A thin shield, a fabric, a skin, standing between you and that which you so desire.

I love that the very thought of my cut so excites you. I love you knowing that it is shaven, knowing that it is so very exposed for you. I love you longing to see, longing to touch, longing to lick. I love knowing that you will never be given such a delight, love knowing that in this way you shall be denied forever.

So close to you, so close to exposure, yet always hidden away from you, always denied you. Longing, lust, desire, always there, never satisfied.

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