It’s ALL About the Bond

Wicked Wednesday

Prompt #270: Bond

When I first read Wicked Wednesday Prompt #270: Bond – I was stumped.  The attached video of the lovely performance didn’t help me any either.  I found no inspiration.

Then, after a nap this afternoon, I realized what the prompt meant to me.  Of course!

The special bonds I’ve found in BDSM relationships have been closer and deeper than any I’ve ever felt.  That is what inspires me to write on this topic.

vanilla’s just another spice

I want to say up front that I’m not going to claim (as some do) that BDSM relationships are always deeper.

I won’t even begin to say being part of a BDSM relationship creates a bond more special than other relationships styles.

You see, I’ve witnessed vanilla relationships with just as close a connection.  My Aunt and Uncle (Father’s brother and his wife) were one of the most exceptional couples I’ve ever met.  

I do know they shared an active sex life together all the way to the end.  I’m guessing they were pretty kinky too, at least all indications leaned that way.

But the relationship style was pure vanilla.

The bond they shared was forged in the great depression and a world war.

But, beyond that, it was built from shared hardships, common experiences, and mutual pleasures.

Those are the same elements which the best BDSM style relationships are also built upon.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

Jalaluddin Rumi

mutual pleasure

Without a doubt, the deepest relationships I’ve ever had were Master/slave relationships.

Obviously, I don’t believe that BDSM relationships feature an inherently deeper bond than other relationship styles.  But, it’s clear they can offer a path to a very close connection.

So, what is it about power exchange relationships that elicit such deep intimacy and closeness?

I think, in the case of successful power exchange relationships, it starts with mutual pleasure.

Often that is what attracted us to each other in the first place.  Our common interests in power exchange, kink, fetish, BDSM.

At least that’s how it has been for me, those times when I’ve found a great bond with others.

Granted, I’ve always been a very sexual creature.  And elements of BDSM have been part of my sexuality since my earliest memory.

I’ve nothing against pure vanilla.  In fact, I consider it to be just another spice.  But, it’s not my preference.  It’s not my kink, but that’s ok.

With that in mind, nearly all of the peak experiences I’ve shared with submissive partners, with my slaves, have been built around BDSM.

And, it’s those incredible mutual pleasures that help to build the very strong bond that often happens in power exchange/authority exchange relationships.

You don’t build a bond without being present.

James Earl Jones

common experience

If common experiences are another part of creating a great bond, opportunities abound within BDSM relationships.

Munches and play parties are a good example.  When folks in a power exchange relationship attend a play party (or even a munch) it can create memorable experiences they will always share.

At the very least, they aren’t off playing golf or attending church groups alone.

Bigger events and festivals can have even greater effects.

I know that I was inspired to become a presenter one weekend while attending Kinky Kollege in Chicago.  A visit to IML (also in Chicago) served as the catalyst for the formation of the first MAsT group in Iowa.

And, I know that Twisted Tryst, a four day weekend of camping and kinky debauchery, has had a dramatic effect on the lives of many.

If it’s true that the family that plays together stays together, then power exchange relationships offer great opportunities for bonding through those common experiences.

Love is the bond of perfection.

John Winthrop

shared hardships

I know it may seem a little odd at first that I’ve included shared hardships as a part of bonding.  I know it happens as a part of power exchange relationships.  And, to my mind, it’s a very common occurrence.

For most power exchange participants, keeping their kink activities in the closet is a necessity.  Perhaps we are out to friends or even family.  But, it’s rare for most to have our kink fully integrated into our lives.

Obviously, that’s a form of a shared hardship, the kind that can create a strong bond in relationships.

Parents with children face a similar situation.

Hiding a vibrator or dildo may cause a certain sense of unease for parents of inquisitive children.  But, needing to conceal floggers and other similar implements of instruction can be more anxiety inducing still.

The need to keep our authentic lives secret creates a shared hardship that bonds those of us who have immersed ourselves in power exchange ever closer to each other.

bond – Michael’s way

I really don’t enjoy power exchange, or any form of BDSM play, without a connection.  It does nothing for me without a bond.

I stopped doing “pick-up” play of any kind a while back, for that very reason.

I need that bond.  It could be said that I crave it.

Without that connection, the power exchange is really a role-play.  Roleplaying and cosplay are fun, but they aren’t what truly fuel my fire.

It really is ALL about the bond for me…

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Happy Hump Day!

believe it or not, I used to smoke camels

It is said, that it’s best not to ignore an insistent camel…

I’d better play along.

I don’t know camel…

What day is it?

Happy Hump Day!

If you smoke cigars, enjoy a good one today!

(And please, don’t tell our humped friends, that when I smoked cigarettes, I smoked Camels!)

Rain Speaks… It Calls Me

Kink of the Week July 16-31

Getting wet in the rain
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. Roger Miller

The splatter of gentle rain against a tin roof.  Soft patterns of percussion overhead.

The even tonality of an overcast sky.  It’s soft diffused light.

The fresh smell only rain can provide, unlike any other.

Rain is a sensuous experience.  Or, it can be.

If only you allow yourself to feel it.  Really feel it…

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face. Katherine Mansfield

I love the power of Nature, in all its aspects.

I’ve always felt the power most strongly away from the works of man.

In the woods.  On a shore.  Standing at a canyon’s precipice.

I once lived in a National Park for a year.  It was glorious.

But, no matter where I am, no matter what I might be doing, rain connects me to nature’s majesty and strength.

The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall. Helen Garner

The vital power of rain speaks to the primal within me.

It awakens my senses.  And, it arouses my desires.

The Tantric and the Master within me both revel in the energy rain provides for play.

Soak it up.

Soak it in.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity. Lucius Annaeus Seneca

desert showers

I went to the desert, and there I found rain.

The skies opened up.  It rained for days until the sand itself became saturated.

We walked and laughed in the rain at first.  Joking about being beavers, we dammed a little stream in what was usually a dry desert gully.

The sprinkles from the sky came down harder.  Then harder still.  Soon, they were no longer sprinkles at all.

The dam burst.  Beavers would have done better, I’m sure.  So, we walked and laughed again.

I’ll share a little secret I learned that day.  Don’t start a walk in the rain with the wind to your back…

We wandered for about an hour, then we turned, and headed for home.

The skies opened up.  Water poured down harder and harder.  The wind picked up.  Nature’s power can be unrelenting.

It felt like my face was being scoured by the rain.  My fancy raincoat soaked thru and stuck like a second skin, colder still than my own.

Arriving at camp, we shed our clothes, quickly.

I will always remember the rain beating down on my naked skin, like a full body shower. 

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day – and another, in case it doesn’t rain. Mae West

finding bliss

We nearly knocked each other over crawling into the tent at the same time.  Both seeking the warmth of our bedroll.

Inside the confines of our tent, snuggled into a giant sleeping bag together, Bliss and I smiled and laughed some more.

The sound of rain beating on the tent roof was hypnotic.  So was her naked body.

We made love.

It was glorious, intense, and satisfying.

We lay together then for another hour, listening to the storm, basking in the glow of our lovemaking.

Time seemed suspended.  We lay together almost as if in a trance.

The afterglow continued, as did the storm.  But, the feeling of being sexually sated drifted away.

We explored each other’s bodies again.  Perhaps less frantically, but still filled with the rain’s sensual energy.

Still more fully satisfied, the sun’s glow receding, we fell asleep with the dusk. 

Rain, whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Henry Ward Beecher

flash

I came semi-awake, in the dark, to a roar.

A deep rumbling.  Earth lightly trembling under me.

The sound of rain falling on the tent was still present.  But, this was deeper

A grip of fear struck me for a second as I fumbled for a flashlight.

I’d always wanted to witness a flash flood in the desert.  But, not like this.  Not in the middle of the night.  Not while camping in an isolated campsite.

Grabbing the flashlight, I wandered off into the night, moving towards the rumble.

Sure enough, the arroyo we’d been playing in was flooding.  A solid wall of red-brown water filled the gulch.

The water surged and rolled like an angry beast.  The closer I got, the louder the sound.  Large boulders, heavier than Bliss and I could lift together, were rumbling in the stream.  Rolling and crashing like dice being tossed.

Then I realized we were stranded.  The only way out crossed another similar ravine.  I could hear a muffled roar in that direction too.

If the water got any higher, our camp was in danger of being flooded.

What to do?

Certain emotions just take you to the notes – being furious, heroic, sad, erotic, when rain comes.

Jeff Buckley

flood

Rain pouring down on me, I scurried back into the tent.

There was Bliss, awake now herself.

I explained the flood.  I told her about the boulders rolling and tumbling against each other.  She could hear the roar, feel the ground’s vibrations.

What to do?

“Let’s fuck!”

Fuck the rain, the storm.  Oh, fuck the flood.  Just fuck it all.

Hey, let’s just fuck.

We did.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

John Updike

morning

When the morning came, the storm had passed, only light rain remained.

It was three days before the dirt road to our campsite opened back up.

When it was over, I was raw.

Anytime we lacked a purpose, anytime we lacked a plan, one of us would ask the question…

“What do you want to do now?”

“Let’s fuck,” became our refrain.

It took us all three days to work off all the energy we’d absorbed from our walk in the rain.  The power infused from the ground trembling beneath us.

What glorious days they were…

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

TMI Tuesday | July 25, 2017

This One or That One

Choose what you most desire or would like to have or try?

 

1. Pilates or HIIT? Why?

When I was younger, I used to play a lot of baseball and football. Back in those days, HIIT would have been perfect for me. Not so much anymore.  I don’t recover as quickly as I once did.  I had back surgery, and now my back has far more than its share of arthritis.  I’ve used pilates as part of my physical therapy before and after surgery.  So, I’ll take the pilates, thank you very much.

2. Spouse or significant other-lover?
I’ve “been there are done that” in terms of marriage.  I love ceremony and ritual.  I love the concept of marriage and theory of marriage.  I love marriage so much I’ve done it three times.  But marriage itself hasn’t been especially kind to me.  Strange, but to me, it seems that marriage alters relationships in ways I would never choose.  If I want a ceremony in the future, I’d go with a handfasting.  I’m also in favor of a future collaring ceremony when the appropriate conditions arise.

3. Go clubbing or entertain friends at home?
Once upon a time, I felt deprived if I didn’t manage to make it out to a bar, or to see a band, every weekend. Preferably, that would include both Friday and Saturday night outings. Sometimes Sunday night Jazz was included too.  Or Tuesday night movies.  Today, that’s no longer true.  For me, ‘clubbing’ would mean going out to the play party of a local BDSM club.  Not exactly what it would mean for most other individuals.  Even considering that possibility, I’d really prefer to entertain at home.  What can I say?  I’m an introvert.  There’s simply no denying that fact.

4. Maybach sedan or Mercedes G-class SUV
Can’t say that I’m real big on German automobiles.  It’s been in the news lately that German auto manufacturers have been illegally colluding with each other.  Add to that, Volkswagon’s great diesel fiasco, and I’m kind of sour on the whole industry.  With that said, I’d take the luxury SUV to use as a grocery getter.  Better still, I’ll sell the G-class, then buy a Toyota 4x4.  I’d use the difference to finish (and expand) my garage for use as a home dungeon. With an attached jacuzzi room.

5. Soccer or Golf?
I’m not really into golf.  On TV, it’s worse than watching paint dry.  I don’t have to listen to inane commentators speaking in hushed tones while paint dries.  I’m sure it’s a great pastime, but I’ve never seen much sense in hitting a ball and chasing it myself.  When I hit a ball, I expect others to chase…   Soccer has serious advantages over golf as a spectator sport. But, I’ve never even bothered to watch a full match from start to finish, not even when the Olympics.  If I absolutely had to choose one, I’d go with soccer, but my unofficial answer is neither.

6. Basketball or baseball?

Baseball was my first true love.  It’s been my favorite sport to play since I was about 8.  However, unless you are at the ballpark with the atmosphere surrounding you, baseball is not the greatest spectator sport.  Professional basketball, on the other hand, is an incredible spectator sport.  The quality of pro hoops is as good as it’s ever been. College hoops are great too, especially during March Madness.  Despite my sentiment for baseball, the clear winner is basketball.

Did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball?
Did he hit it? Yeah, and that ain’t all.
He stole home.
Yes, yes, Jackie’s real gone.
Jackie’s is a real gone guy.

Woodrow Buddy Johnson & Count Basie

7. Monster or Red Bull? Why?

I’m a big consumer of soda pop.  I used to drink lots of Coke, a 12-pack of cans a day.  Now it’s Coke Zero.  I drink (on average) six 500 ml bottles every day.  So, it’s not that I live so healthy that Monster or Red Bull would not appeal to me.  However, energy drinks (in general) just taste foul to me.  They are overpriced.  Last I checked, Red Bull was shipped from Austria, not bottled locally like my Coke.  I’m not a fan of shipping water around the world for profit.  If I want a jolt of caffeine, I’ll drink an extra Coke. My answer therefore is — Neither.  Please.  Just No.  Energy drinks of all kinds offend my ‘delicate’ sensibilities.

8. Office with a view or work at home?
When I try to work from home these days, I only end up blogging.  I’m not sure you could call that working.   I am an introvert, so from that standpoint, working from home could have it’s advantages.  On the other hand, there’s not much time for the view if you are truly working.  And, I have to admit I’m spoiled in terms of jobs with a view.  I worked for a year at the Grand Canyon.  The walk to work along the canyon rim sounds beautiful, almost romantic (depending on companionship.)  Until you’ve made the trek into the teeth of a raging blizzard.  Really, I’d like to work at home from a studio with a view.

9. Early bird or night owl?
I used to be an early bird.  They get the worm.  When training to be a chef, days in the kitchen started pretty early.  Especially for those of us who wanted to beat the Executive Chef in each morning.  That was the worm.  That’s one way you got the Chef’s attention.  Now, I get up at 7 am for work.  It seems that’s about the earliest I can get my body to function normally.  When I don’t have to work the next day, I have a tendency to stay up until 2 am.  A ‘second wind’ hits about 10 pm, and some of my best writing happens over the next two or three hours.  No doubt, that makes me a night owl.

10. Boyfriend or Girlfriend?
Either?  Neither?  Both of those would be the simple answers.  Either – because I’m bisexual (at least in theory.)  It’s been at least a 25 years since I’ve had any sort of encounter with a man, so the bisexuality is more theoretical than practical at this point.  Neither because I’m not really looking for anything at the moment.  There have been so many misunderstandings with Serafina, and BlissfulTorment before her, that I’m just licking my wounds at the moment.  Girlfriend would be the default answer.  On the ‘Kinsey Scale’ I tend more towards women than men.  My final answer, though, is both.  I want a couple.  I have a strong desire to dominate a couple, cuckolding the man.

11. Ice cream or gelato?
I think I’ve had gelato once in my life.  When visiting my Father, via his Italian girlfriend.  It was good.  Very good, in fact.  Perhaps a little sweet for my taste these days. Since I’ve become diabetic and cut a lot of sweets out of my diet, I have a far keener sense of sweetness.  But, it’s not ice cream.  Ice cream is one of my favorite foods.  The only one that’s not meat.  If I was requesting a final meal, it would include a good steak – rare.  And a heaping bowl of ice cream.  I scream.  You scream.  We all scream… For ice cream.

No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fell down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it’s chained to the ground
Chained to the ground
The warden said
The exit is sold
If you want a way out
Silver and gold

U2 / Adam Clayton , Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul Hewson

12. Silver or gold?

Born in the heart of a supernova, gold is a noble metal.  As such it is very special.  Gold doesn’t corrode or lose its luster.  It is very rare and very valuable.  A true precious metal.  Because it’s also malleable, gold can be turned into wondrous artistic creations.  It makes awesome jewelry.   Silver has its uses too.  In fact, it’s all around us.  Silver is used as part of the photographic process.  It’s is in our electronic components.  Silver’s antimicrobial properties make it useful in medicine.  It can also be formed into wondrous creations, jewelry, etc., just like gold.  Even if it does tarnish, Silver is also a noble metal, forged in the heart of great stars.  All of gold’s advantages notwithstanding, given its myriad of uses, give me silver…

Bonus: Money or fame? Why?

Fame or fortune?  Don’t the two of them go together?  Yes, they can go together, but not every famous person also finds fortune, I suppose.  It’s nice to imagine being famous.  Living the glamorous lifestyle that often goes along with great fame.  Adulation generally goes with fame, and who would really mind having fans?  That kind of attention can be intoxicating.  Unfortunately, fame can also come with more than its share of problems.  The crushing weight of expectations can destroy a person.  Think paparazzi.  The loss of personal privacy.  No, that’s not for me.  Give me money, that’s what I want!

The best things in life are free
But you can give them to the birds and bees
I want money
That’s what I want

Janie Bradford / Berry Gordy Jr.

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Pokemon or Pussy? You Decide

what're you going to pursue?

I have friends that got swept up in the Pokemon craze.

I didn’t.

Nothing against the game itself.  Lord knows I’ve played a number of games that took more than their share of time out of my life.

It’s more a case of YKINMK.  If games like Pokemon are what trips your trigger, more power to ya.

It just doesn’t do anything for me.

I’ve simply decided to devote more time to my writing.  As well as pursuing my interests in Mastery, BDSM, and M/s.

There’s only so much time in the day.  It’s all a question of personal priorities.

Prioritizing my life, to focus on what’s important to me, isn’t something that came naturally.  I suppose it’s inherent in some people.  Not me.

I’ve always been somewhat in awe of folks like that.  They seem to be so much more focused and productive.

I have to make a conscious effort to weed out the time wasters in my life.

Which leads me right back to the meme that this short essay is built around …

It’s all about deciding what you want the most.

Back in my day, we were too busy chasing pussy to play Pokemon.

What’re you going to pursue?

How Does Your Light Shine?

wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame

Wicked Wednesday Prompt #266: Bubbles

Life comes upon us like we are driving at dusk without headlights.  We may know the road behind us, but the road ahead is never clear.  Sometimes turning points come and go without notice, there’s no signpost to say the road has changed, that the path is different.

That’s a real problem if you are the lead wheel, if your position is to provide direction down the path.  What happens when the direction is unclear?  What happens when you peer ahead and see no path, only darkness?

I was sitting in a jacuzzi tub, filled with bubbles.  Joyous and carefree.  As Shakespeare once said – the world was my oyster.

I didn’t see the darkness ahead.  I thought the path was clear.

What lay ahead was loss.

Pain.

Shattered dreams.

The stuff nightmares are made from . . .

The images bring back memories.  Feelings that are more than just bittersweet.  Packed with emotion.  Raw.

I can feel my skin crawl.  Is it anxiety?  Anger?  Hurt?

I have to remind myself that it was a beautiful weekend.  The bubbles were real.  The hugs and smiles were real too.

Could things ever have been so simple?  Joyous?  Bubbly?

What can I choose to remember?  What can I choose to forget?

I have to admit, some things are hard to remember.  Some things are even harder to forget.  Dreams slipped from my grasp.

Admitting that to myself is difficult.  Having to say it here, worse.

But I’ll always have the bubbles.  While bubbles can never protect, they do surround me, envelop me, warm me.

The bubbles are my cocoon. I’ll disappear into them, take shelter there for a time.

The bubbles will wash away the pain, they will wash away the shame.  They will not consume me.

I will reemerge.  My light will shine again.

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala

How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala

Three Dog Night

Shambala

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TMI Tuesday | July 4, 2017

what if you were not judged?

1. What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
I’d certainly “come out” as a person who’s active in the BDSM lifestyle sooner. In the end, the more authentic life I live, the happier I am. The primary thing that keeps a person from coming out is fear of judgment. Lacking anyone else’s judgment, everyone could live their authentic self, myself included.

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2. Most recently how did you openly express love?

a concrete answer
I held my partner, my consensual slave, throughout the night after her weekly shot of methotrexate.  The drug gives her terrible side effects, but it’s one of the essential treatments needed for her rheumatoid arthritis.

a more abstract answer
I’m an empathetic individual, I believe in living life as an expression of love. That sounds corny perhaps, but it’s a joyous way approaching life.  I sit and cry with clients when they need to cry, I laugh with them when they need to laugh.  If I make a mistake, it’s sometimes caring too much.

3. When is the last time you took a sexual risk? What was it?

On one hand, I’m not much of a risk taker, if it comes to potential STDs etc.  For my generation, coming on the heels of the sexual revolution, the first generation that had to consider the risk of HIV, sexual risk meant STDs.

On the other hand, as a BDSM Master, a lot of what I do has potential risk.  Some of the edges we play with in the BDSM community have the potential to cause physical (or mental) harm.  With the right amount of education, perhaps an equal measure of dedication to practice, the risk can be significantly reduced, almost to the point of elimination.

I practice RACK, which is shorthand for Risk Aware Consensual Kink.

4. What sexual acts bring you the most pleasure?
There’s a special dance between a dominant and submissive, a sadist and masochist.  An exchange of physical, emotional, and spiritual energies.

It is sublime.

5. Is there a belief or attitude that interferes with you creating or pursuing your sexual fantasy?

My beliefs and attitudes are in alignment with my desires.  The only thing that interferes with pursuing any sexual fantasy I might have are real life circumstance.  I am a truly fortunate man.

Bonus: Tell us something you need to stop wasting time doing.

Playing Facebook games.  A dictionary perfect example of a true time waster.

 

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TMI Tuesday – September 20, 2011

What would you do?

Originally posted at SpiritualBDSM.com

1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:
A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance.
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop.
D) Get your car, pick up his/her luggage and speed to the airport.
My answer is D. I believe part of being a good dominant is stepping forward as a leader. I’m actively involved in charity and volunteer work to benefit my community, and I always do my best to go out of my way to help those in need and/or those less fortunate.

2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:
A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home.
When my backpack was my home, I didn’t even need a hostel, but I was much younger then. Today’s default answer is “C” – as I am not much of a follower to go along with a group, and I’ve never vacationed at a beach.

3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:
A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess.
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you!
I’d find a friend and play some games, although Chess isn’t exactly what I have in mind. Oh, sweet hemp rope from Twisted Monk I’ve found you! — Answer is “C”

4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?
A) Sign it
B) Just not get married
It’s not money I’m interested in, I honestly prefer the gift of submission.

5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?
Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE
This isn’t as far fetched as it sounds.  After all, Catholic Priests and Nuns are effectively marrying their church when they choose to join the church in that capacity.  Some might not consider my choice an “inanimate object” but I’m thinking just outside the box this morning. My choice would be to marry – Mother Nature.  I mean mankind has already (sadly) made Mother Nature our bitch, so it’s time to show her some nurturing dominance…

Mr. McGuire: I just want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Benjamin: Yes, sir.
Mr. McGuire: Are you listening?
Benjamin: Yes, I am.
Mr. McGuire: Plastics.

The Graduate (1967)

Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
Of course I’d make Sex toys – complete line of vibrators, dildos, not to mention BDSM items of all shapes and sizes. We recently purchased a Pig Sling with Stirrups from the Stockroom. It’s beautifully made with vinyl-coated polyester fabric and bindings that are held together with heavyweight bonded nylon thread – 100% vegan (for those who prefer to avoid leather and similar animal products) not to mention a perfect product for a plastics factory!


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