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I am aware that there is a lot of information on this blog - plenty of detail and explanation into the mindset and procedure of Male Chastity play. Perhaps too much detail!?

I get a large amount of emails and messages asking for a simple place to start, and while I usually point them to the very first post in this blog, I think the time has come to provide a quick 'Cheat Sheet' for those of you who need to recap or want to get started quickly and dig into the details later. As a starting point, here are some hotlinks to the main sections of the blog:

Introducing Male Chastity Play

The Science of Male Chastity

When to allow Release

How to allow Release

Teasing in T&D / Chastity Play

In addition to these articles, I will also provide a quick 'Cheat Sheet' based on a summary of the information above, blending in my 10+ years of experience as well as hints and tips I've picked up along the way. Here we go!

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WHY MALE CHASTITY?

Chastity play is the best example of 'power exchange play' where the (usually) female keyholder takes control of the couple's sexual dynamic.

Handing over control of their sexual release is a highly arousing experience for males. The tease and denial that comes with it heightens sexual excitement, increases the male's energy levels and (most importantly) makes YOU the focus of the sexual experience.

Male chastity play is not about having less sex - in fact, most couples in chastity play have a significantly more active sexual dynamic than the 'vanilla sex twice a month' crowd.

WHAT DO KEYHOLDERS DO?

Hold the keys and control when and how release takes place (see links) .

Set, communicate and enforce the keyholding rules at the start of the lockup.     

Tease - to keep arousal in peak state throughout lockup.

Make the most of (literally!) holding him by the balls ;).

BASIC KEYHOLDER RULES:

The wife can choose the chastity device. If you don’t feel like buying them then he should present you with a few options, colors and sizes.

It is no longer his penis - it is your 'nub'. Take ownership.

Hold the keys, keep them safe, do not let him access them - take it seriously.

The wife decides when the male will be unlocked, allowed an erection, or allowed release. SEPARATE the concept of 'unlock= orgasm'. In most cases it’s unlocked purely for teasing or training, for example.

TEASE AND DENIAL

The way to maximize benefits and (again, counterintuitively) maximize his chastity experience is teasing / arousal. This does not have to take a lot of time or effort. My ideal teasing effort is 2-5 minutes a day, or every second day… mix it up.

Is teasing cruel for the locked male? Absolutely not. Denial after 2-3 weeks of lockup is often described by locked males as "feeling like being half way to orgasm 100% of time". Quite heady stuff.

Some basic ideas:

Talk about his predicament: Tell him you like how it looks, how tight it must be, how full his balls look… Ask him to show it to you as a 'cage check’ at random times.

Make fun of it! “Ah sweet such a cute little nub.” A little-known side-effect: locked boys leak precum like crazy. Tease him about his constant ‘dribbling’ or ‘wet spot’ - you are sure to fire up even more production 😂.

Tell him to sleep naked now and again. Join him in the shower. When at home, make him wear tight clothing where the cage is clearly visible.

Play with his balls. With the nub locked, his exposed balls are infinitely more sensitive. Tickling / stroking will be irritating - what he will need is squeezing, slapping, hitting. Start slowly and build up intensity - he will tell you when to stop. Women are way too gentle with balls in general - most makes prefer far more rough play than they let on. Let him guide you if you are unsure.

Play with the cage - stroke any exposed bits, blow on it, whatever!

Kiss - the fastest way to turn him on, and it will make him strain in his cage. For added heat, hold his cage / balls while kissing.

Make him worship your body: make him go down on you, massage you, stroke you... use your imagination! Denying him an orgasm DEFINITELY does not mean reducing your orgasm count.

Nipple Play: With his cock locked, his nipples will heighten in sensitivity dramatically. Play with them by using nipple clamps, clothespins or even just by pinching and squeezing. Be careful, some locked males have been known to cum from just nipple play alone!

Edging: Stimulate your male until he reaches the edge of orgasm – then  pause or dramatically slow down your play to prevent him from climaxing.  You can do this many times in a row. This is extremely pleasurable for him, because it prolongs his pleasure and ultimately gives him a much stronger orgasm when compared to regular sex when you finally decide to  let him pop – although, of course, you can always change your mind and lock him back up before that happens.

HOW OFTEN SHOULD HE BE ALLOWED RELEASE?

This is up to you! If you are new to chastity play, I recommend a minimum 3 week initial lock up - no unlocking, no release whatsoever. 3 weeks is a full week beyond the typical 14 day prolactin/oxytocin cycle that follows a full orgasm in males. We want to maximize oxytocin (caring, devotion, sexual energy) buildup (14+ days) and minimize prolactin (grumpy, tired, loss of libido), which usually starts to stabilise at the 14 day mark.

Beyond that?

Feel  free to go with a fixed schedule, such as one ejaculation allowed per 3 weeks, if that makes things easier for you – but don’t make it too  predictable, so also consider delaying or skipping a release date.

For more experienced lovers, it is almost universally held by women who seriously practice chastity for their male that initial enforcement of chastity should be at least  three months of continuous wear without relief after you go through the  break in period of getting a device that fits.

HOW SHOULD HE BE ALLOWED RELEASE?

So many options!

Penis-in-vagina (PIV) orgasm: I discourage this one because I feel that sex and ejaculation need to be separated  to avoid accidents. We have sex several times per week and ejaculation  is never expected and rarely a topic of conversation. But if you do  enjoy the feeling of him ejaculating inside you, then you can of course  go ahead and allow him. Sex with a dildo or with him wearing a cock sheath means you get all the benefits of hot PIV sex without him having to orgasm.

Handjobs: The easiest and quickest for you! To spice it up, use a Timer - for example, if  his last ejaculation was two weeks ago, you could give him two minutes  to cum. If he doesn’t make it in time, he will be re-locked. If you don't feel like unlocking him, simply use a vibrator / electric massager on his cage - the vibrations will eventually lead to a strange, unsatisfying orgasm (perfect!).

Masturbation: Tell him to masturbate in front of you. Again, use a timer here to increase the pressure!

Prostate stimulation: If you are into this sort of thing, did you know you can actually 'milk' a male. It's true. Stimulating the prostate in the right way will lead to semen release without any orgasm and without even the need to unlock the nub.

Finally, and my favorite: The 'Touchless (aka Ruined) Orgasm': stimulate him until just before the “point of no  return” and then remove your hand and stop all stimulation. If you time  it right, instead of ejaculating in “bursts”, the semen flows  effortlessly down the penis – hence they are also misleadingly called  “ruined” orgasms. If done correctly, he will still be horny afterwards  and will stay hard as a rock, still wanting more. Perfect!

THAT'S IT!

Forget the vibrator, especially powerful units like this. It’s use can, and probably will, cause you to lose sensitivity on your most sensitive parts. Women nowadays wonder why they can’t experience orgasm while having sex with their partners and I suspect powerful vibrators are the cause. How can the delicate sensations a tongue creates possibly compare to the jack-hammering of a magic wand?

My husband tells me that many years ago, when he took a course on how to operate chainsaws, they told him about the dangers vibrations can cause. Using them for long periods of time could cause fingers to become numb and have poor circulation. They ended up putting anti-vibration mounts in chainsaw handles and now are standard equipment. On top of that, they issued special gloves to help combat vibration.

Now if a relatively tough part of your body (fingers and hands) can lose sensitivity from vibrations, how do you think it affects the most sensitive part of the female body (the clitoris)? Ladies, if you don’t want to be permanently damaged, stop using powerful vibrations to get yourself off.

You can read more about vibration damage to hands here.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vibration_white_finger

Please spread this message to all the ladies you love and don’t want harmed.

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Kidnapped at the Fair

Despite knee-high leather boots that terminated in a horse's hoof, a latex clad body polished to a mirror shine, and a young woman busily tightening a thick, black leather armbinder around his arms, Dylan drew little attention from passersby as he stood in the partial shade of a tree.

Dylan found it hard to hold on to conscious thought as the overwhelming physicality of the moment dominated his mind, his limbic system taking charge and shushing his cortex.

It wasn't a bad feeling though.

The black latex catsuit, dappled by shifting patches of sunlight shining through the late summer leaves above him, Dylan wore had him feeling alternately hot and cold. More likely, the fluctuating sensations were driven by his anticipation - and nervousness - at being Lexi's pony for the Folsom Street Fair.

Dylan's anticipation belied the fact that he had been a pony many times before, but all his previous experiences had been lacking, leaving him unfulfilled, like a yawn cut short too soon.

Today was different.

Today Dylan would have his first experience at the hands of another who shared his own beliefs about pony play, namely that human ponies are behaviorally and visually at their pinnacle when they are controlled with a strong hand aided by copious bondage.

Dylan had all the gear, from hood to hoof, acquired methodically over the years. Although he had been fortunate enough to wear his pony gear with regularity, all his previous partners and handlers had treated him too much like a coveted pet, something to be pampered instead of the human-turned-beast-of-burden that populated his deepest fantasies.

Dylan wanted someone he could trust to take control of him for a couple hours (he was far too enamored with modern amenities to desire, even in his darkest of fantasies, to want to be treated like a horse for very long).

He craved for someone to restrain him in his meticulously collected pony gear and train him like a horse, pushing him to his limits, powering through his resistance, his hesitation, and all his complaints until he felt he could take no more. And then, finally, release him in a sweaty latex ball at her feet.

This was his fantasy.

While he would certainly compromise on the details, it was so far removed from what his past partners and trainers wanted from a human pony that Dylan slowly lost interest in pony play. His interest waned as he began to equate pony play with being cherished, doted on, and admired instead of forcibly harnessed, used and abused.

Eventually, Dylan's mind moved to other fetishes as his vision of pony play was entirely eclipsed by the ideas of those around him.

Then he met Lexi.

She rekindled his desire to become a pony, fanning a spark of desire for pony play, something Dylan had believed to be long extinguished, until it was raging within him again, stronger than ever before.

Dylan recalled the initial, tentative message from Lexi on the forums in which she expressed an interest in pony play and asked some vague questions about how one would train a human pony. He remembered how, after reading it, his heart jumped and he flushed a little. He didn't – still doesn't – know why that happened. Her message never specifically stated what type of pony training she might favor, but the way she talked about human ponies, the phrasing of her questions, it screamed to Dylan that she was like-minded.

As they exchanged messages, Dylan's instincts were proved correct. Their interests aligned perfectly.

Perhaps too perfectly Dylan thought at first: the more they chatted about hypothetical pony scenes, the more blurry the line between fantasy and reality became. Dylan eventually concluded that at some unidentifiable point in the past year, he and Lexi had switched from discussing pony play to online pony role-play.

Thus, it came as a huge surprise to Dylan when Lexi suggested they meet at the Folsom Street Fair, which she would be attending for the first time that year. She hinted that it would be especially fun if Dylan would be willing to be her pony for the day.

Dylan jumped at the idea. It was perfect in so many ways. He would get to meet Lexi and get to finally be the type of pony he wanted to be in a safe, highly public environment.

When Dylan met Lexi an hour before the fair, any remaining concerns he had about the day's planned activities were erased. Seeing her for the first time left him more incredulous than reading that first message from her 11 months before.

She was gorgeous, a statuesque 5'10", which was a perfect mesh with Dylan's 6'2" (in his opinion - not that he was thinking of a future relationship of course) with blonde hair that crested just below her shoulders and friendly blue eyes that were the antithesis of every depraved, filthy sentence she wrote to him for the past year.

Lexi was quick with a smile and just as affable in person as she was online. What's more, to Dylan's delight, she was dressed perfectly for the occasion. She wore English show clothes with breeches that accentuated her slim body and field boots polished to a shine that rivaled the steel spurs around their ankles.

She even carried a jumping crop (something Dylan had forgot to pack) and a riding helmet. Dylan thought the latter was a nice touch even though there would be no actual riding today. Her show attire was immaculate, but clearly not brand new, which gave credence to her claims of being a bio-horse rider.

Dylan waited patiently, as Lexi worked the thick leather sleeve up his arms and began lacing him into his new toy. The armbinder was so new that its flawless obsidian surface creaked constantly as Lexi jockeyed it into position. Each movement infused the air with the smell of fresh leather.

Dylan marveled that his first experience wearing an armbinder felt so private despite the fact that it was occurring on a busy sidewalk.

The armbinder was Lexi's idea but one that Dylan immediately loved. She told Dylan that while she liked the hand hooves ponies wore, she preferred the streamlined look of the monoglove. It reminded her of some of the first human pony photos and artwork she had seen and she likened the difference between hand hooves and armbinder to the difference between a horse at liberty in a field and a highly collected dressage horse during competition radiating immense power barely constrained.

Logically, the analogy was ludicrous, but on mulling it over, Dylan became convinced there was a truth to it though he never could consciously figure out why it felt so right viscerally.

Regardless, Dylan had never worn an armbinder and was quite curious to discover if it was as restricting as so many stories would have him believe. So, it didn't take much convincing for Dylan to make a trip to a renowned leather bondage shop near him and get fitted for a binder.

Luckily, the store was able to have his bespoke binder ready the morning of Folsom, and so it was on the sidewalk, in front of the store that Lexi began the process of fusing Dylan's arms behind him in an ocean of leather.

Dylan felt Lexi adjusting his hands at the bottom of the sleeve so they extended flat, palm to palm before he was jerked bodily as Lexi pulled the laces through row after row of eyelets. Finally reaching the top, a good couple inches above Dylan's elbows, she stopped momentarily to tie a loose knot.

The armbinder was snug enough that Dylan knew he wouldn't be pulling his arms out anytime soon. However, with a good 6 inches between his elbows, it was a comfortable restriction.

Dylan felt another pinch, this time in his armpit, as Lexi tightened the shoulder straps of the binder that snaked through Dylan's armpit and around his neck and shoulders. These straps held the armbinder up on Dylan's arms, so he couldn't work the sleeve down and off his arms.

Lexi's hand moved haltingly along Dylan's latex-clad chest as she positioned the square flap of leather, through which the two shoulder straps crossed in front of him.

Lexi moved out of Dylan's vision for a second time. Moments later, Dylan felt her commence a second round of lace tightening on the armbinder.

Dylan gave an involuntary grunt as his elbows were brought an inch apart.

"Are you okay?" Lexi asked

"Yes" Dylan responded in a low, but not-quite-strangled, voice.

Dylan detected something a little off in Lexi's tone, but he couldn't identify exactly what it was, if it even was there in first place. Her words were over so quickly that he couldn't be certain. No, it must have been his imagination, projecting his own nervousness onto her actions, Dylan thought. He dismissed the thought, but he started to feel uneasy, a small ball of anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach.

Apparently needing no further encouragement, Lexi continued tugging on the laces row by row until reaching the top of the glove for the second time. She redid the loose knot at the top to prevent the bulging leather sleeve from unraveling her most recent handiwork.

Lexi went back to the bottom of the armbinder to tighten all the laces for the third, and final, time.

Dylan was sweating profusely and taking rapid shallow breaths. As his arms were pulled closer together, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. He was second guessing agreeing to wear the armbinder today. He knew he would be expected to wear his tack for an hour, or even two, so perhaps it was foolhardy to assume he could handle an armbinder for that amount of time when he'd never worn one before.

Lexi interrupted Dylan's thoughts with a satisfied sigh as Dylan felt her lacing reach his elbows for the third time. Dylan's shoulders strained as his elbows touched. Dylan felt an enormous force pulling his arms together as Lexi put all her weight into tugging the laces ever tighter.

A minute later, Lexi reached the top of the sleeve for the last time. This time she tied the laces off tightly and securely.

Dylan was wondering why Lexi was making it so tight. She could have stopped after the first pass. She should have stopped after the second pass. Dylan enjoyed bondage (really enjoyed bondage), but this was a little much for a first encounter. He would have to wear this, in addition to all of his pony gear, for an hour or two while the two of them walked around the fair.

Dylan debated voicing his objections but decided to wait. After all, he could ask to be let out at any time.

With the laces secured, Lexi tightly buckled the final three straps of the armbinder as Dylan craned his neck to watch: one just above the wrists, one below the elbows, and one above the elbows.

The straps were not needed to prevent him from getting free Dylan knew, but he had to admit they looked good. He really hoped he would be able to get photos of himself like this. Although insanely uncomfortable now, he knew it would be incredibly hot to look at himself bound like this later.

As a final touch, Lexi locked each of the buckles with a small padlock.

Lexi must have recognized Dylan's alarmed look at the clicking of the locks.

"They're mostly for show…but partly for security. There's no way you'll be able to unbuckle the straps, locks or not, but I like the idea that nobody else will be able to unbuckle them either. It's exciting to know that I'm the only one who can free you," she said.

"Oh," Dylan responded throatily.

A twitch of arousal coursed through Dylan as Lexi's words washed over him.

He couldn't deny the appeal of being so helpless, knowing that if he got lost in the crowd at the fair, there would be no easy way to release him from his bondage.

Still, the way Lexi said it bothered Dylan. My, what big teeth you have…the thought popped into Dylan's mind unbidden. Where did that come from? Dylan shook his head to clear it.

But it didn't go away. There was something so very wrong about how Lexi was acting, how she was speaking.

Even as his dick bobbed an enthusiastic yes to her words, Dylan's gut screamed a resounding "no".

"How does it feel?" Lexi asked, when Dylan didn't elaborate on his monosyllabic response.

She took a step back and seemed to admire her handiwork: the tightly secured armbinder restraining the latex and hoofboot clad Dylan.

"Tight." Dylan managed between gasps. He could safely say this was by far the tightest his arms had ever been bound. "My arms are feeling a little cold."

"They'll warm up once we start moving around," Lexi responded optimistically, "Are you ready for the rest of your tack?"

Dylan was most certainly not. He didn't imagine lasting five minutes with his arms bound like this, far less with his tack on top of it.

Lexi seemed to read Dylan's distress at his bondage. Her features tightened slightly.

For a second Dylan thought she was angry, frustrated, stymied even, but then he blinked, and he saw it was sympathy on her face, not anger.

Dylan tightened his resolve and said "Sure!"

This time it was undoubtedly relief that washed over Lexi's face. Clearly she was glad he wasn't in too much discomfort. Still, Dylan couldn't shake the anxiety in his stomach, which had grown into a twisted knot.

Dylan relaxed a little as Lexi ran her hand down the length of the leather glove that bulged with the strain of holding his arms together. The leather was like a second skin. It conformed to every contour of Dylan's arms, outlining his musculature and fusing his arms together from elbow to fingertip.

The cost of Dylan's aesthetically and functionally perfect bondage, and his wonderfully arched shoulders, was the strain on his diaphragm, evidenced by his rapid, shallow breathing.

Dylan calmed himself, consciously slowing his breathing as Lexi began attaching his harness. She pushed leather straps through the gap between his back and the armbinder, bringing them around his torso and tightening them across his chest.

Dylan was not enjoying the experience as much as he had hoped.

The straps of his harness, newly digging into his torso, added to the pressure on his diaphragm from the armbinder. The combination severely restricted his ability to breathe. Dylan fought down panic, the urge to safeword out of this, this degree of bondage beyond which he had ever experienced.

Still, the intensity of the helplessness he felt was undeniably arousing. He focused on his arousal and slowly, his panic ebbed.

Dylan felt Lexi's hands working over each of his thighs, attaching each thigh cuff to his waist belt. Her hand then moved down each leg, attaching more cuffs, first above, then below, his knees, and finally the much heavier hobbles around his ankles.

Little clicking sounds reignited the panic of being infinitely more helpless than he ever had before, "Wait, you're locking all the buckles?" Dylan asked.

"Yes," Lexi replied, "you'll look amazing!"

"Okay," this partially pacified Dylan. He did want to be a cross between a bondage and a show pony.

Nevertheless, for a first foray with a new handler, he wasn't sure how appropriate it was to lock all the buckles. It would take significantly longer to remove the gear, which could be a problem if any unexpected issues arose. On top of that, he was already a bit overwhelmed with the extent of the bondage.

Although there was no way he could free himself from his bondage without help, even without any locks, there was an undeniable psychological impact of being "locked" into his bondage. Dylan felt so incredibly helpless. He had never felt anything remotely like it before. It was truly overwhelming.

"Uhm...I don't think I can last a full hour like this," Dylan added, drastically understating how he felt.

"I completely understand. Don't worry," Lexi said, "As for the locks, they're all keyed alike, so it won't take long to remove them."

"Okay," Dylan repeated half-heartedly, though he felt marginally better after voicing his concerns.

"And remember, three paws of your feet – err hooves – and I'll release you immediately. Two, and I'll stop whatever I'm doing and check with you." Lexi added.

"Got it. Thanks." Dylan felt much better hearing her confirm his safe signals. Knowing he could get released whenever he wanted was like cradling his own personal totem.

Lexi brought a leather collar up to Dylan's neck. As she tightened it against his neck, Dylan felt a pair of cold metal prongs being pushed against the skin of his neck.

He recognized it as his shock collar.

It was 2 inch black leather collar that he modified to accommodate the unit from an off the shelf dog shock collar. It looked much better, in his opinion, than the thin nylon collar that was standard with shock collars.

Dylan heard another click as Lexi locked the shock collar in place around his neck, but he remained serene, knowing he could gain his release whenever it suited him.

The sound of another zipper being pulled followed by startlingly cool air flowing over on his crotch interrupted Dylan's thoughts.

"Wait...," Dylan began as he felt his erection pop out of the unzipped crotch portion of his latex bodysuit.

"It's okay. This will only take a second," Lexi said as she gently grasped his balls and pulled them free of the latex as well. She fastened a much smaller leather band around Dylan's balls.

The band contained another shock unit, and Dylan felt the cold metal of the prongs brought into snug contact against his balls. Dylan knew that both the shock units (neck and balls) could be controlled from a single remote because he was the one who made the pair (from a pair of dog training collars that could be controlled from the same remote).

Dylan had told Lexi about the pair of shock devices he had adapted, and how he liked how easily they could be used to control him, but he was surprised that she was using them today. He assumed it was for his benefit since he had raved about how much he liked the idea of being controlled at the push of a button.

Another click as the shock collar around his balls was locked in place. Dylan's cock made a small bounce at the sound.

Lexi carefully pushed his balls back inside the latex catsuit. Before doing the same with his cock, Lexi gave it a stroke, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Dylan as she zipped the crotch zipper closed again.

Dylan saw Lexi pocket the remote for the shock collars.

"Almost done," Lexi said as she lifted a mask up to his face.

The leather of the mask was shaped uncannily like a horse's head, complete with soft brown eyes (that were difficult to see through at the best of times), and attentive equine ears. The mask even sported a little bit and bridle that completed the look.

The mask twisted in Lexi's hand as she brought it up to Dylan's face. Dylan could now clearly see the inside of the mask, where he saw an inflatable butterfly gag in addition to several leather straps that would hold the gag, and mask, in place on his head.

It wasn't a new sight for Dylan (after all it was his mask), but he was surprised to see the gag in place. He had specifically removed it from the mask yesterday evening when packing his gear for today. He remembered dropping it in the gear bag, but even so Lexi would have had to rifle through the bag, find it, and put it back in place in the mask and do all of that while he was in the store paying for his armbinder.

It was puzzling, but likely innocuous, Dylan told himself since she knew he did like gags, and after all they had a safe-signal, not just a safeword, so he could still free himself whenever he wanted.

As the mask approached Dylan's face, Lexi's other hand came into view. At first Dylan thought it was to steady the mask as it twisted back and forth, but as her other hand came into better focus, Dylan saw that Lexi's index and middle fingers were each curled around a small grey foam ball.

Dylan's brief moment of puzzlement turned into panic as Lexi deftly pushed one foam sphere into each of Dylan's nostrils. Reflexively, Dylan opened his mouth to gasp for air as the foam expanded firmly into place in his nostrils.

Needing no encouragement, Lexi pushed the gag into Dylan's open mouth and had the mask over his face in less than a second. In another three seconds Lexi had all the straps secured tightly against Dylan's head preventing him from dislodging either the mask or the gag, completing his transformation into a horse.

With his mouth now plugged, Dylan fought for air and was rewarded by a small flow from his nostrils as the air took a meandering path through the thick but porous foam.

He greedily sucked air in as hard as he could. The strain on his diaphragm from having his elbows bound together behind him – and his tight harness - was exponentially magnified by the effort of filling his lungs through what felt like a yard-long cocktail straw.

As soon as the mask was firmly in place, Dylan felt Lexi attaching locks to each of the mask straps, locking the mask, and gag, in place. The mane of the mask would cover the little padlocks so the equine look would not be spoiled.

Dylan fought down real panic now. The gag was a surprise, but the foam balls shoved deep inside his nostrils, plugging his nose, barely allowing him enough air to live, were terrifying.

As Dylan struggled to keep his calm, he was dimly aware of Lexi attaching tie downs from the bit in the horse mask's mouth to the back of Dylan's harness. She then ran the reins through the rings of a martingale attached to his waist belt.

The tie downs pulled Dylan's head back, while the running martingale would pull his head forward and down (the degree to which it would do so depended on how much pressure was exerted on the reins, the more rein pressure, the further down Dylan's head would be forced).

The combination of those two pieces of tack effectively prevented Dylan from moving his head forward, backwards, or even to either the side. Not that he was paying to much attention to that at the moment.

It all happened so rapidly that not only did Dylan not have time to object, but he didn't even fully realize what was happening until it was far too late. He was still a little disoriented from the mask going over his head, the shift from bright sunlight to a dim greenish hue acting like a flash-bang inside his head.

Dylan heard muted noises that sounded like buckles and locks, and he felt his head being pulled backwards then forwards until finally it felt like his head was being held in a neck brace, but none of these sensations truly penetrated the sense of confusion that Dylan felt.

Dylan's senses slowly returned to him as he precariously maintained a calm demeanor. His eyes adjusted to the reduced light inside the mask and the limited peripheral vision allowed by the combination of the eye positions in the mask and the blinders of the bridle worn by the horse mask.

Dylan watched helplessly as Lexi grabbed the bulb of the butterfly gag, which was attached via a discreet rubber tube through the horse mask's mouth to the hollow rubber bladder held firmly in Dylan's mouth.

Dylan looked on as Lexi's hand clenched the blub, sending a rush of air through the tubing and…the flaccid rubber butterfly gag in his mouth, to his astonishment, came to life and began actively filling mouth.

Dylan tried to extricate it, but in addition to the strap around the back of his head that held the gag in place, there was another strap that went around his chin, which held his mouth clamped shut around the gag.

As the gag continued to inflate, Dylan gave up on trying to get it out of his mouth and focused his efforts on communicating with Lexi that he didn't want to be gagged. Try as he might, Dylan was unable to move his head to show his displeasure, and since speech was impossible with the growing rubber intruder holding his tongue immobile, Dylan protested as best he could by grunting.

But the gag relentlessly grew. Lexi kept pumping the bulb, over and over.

As she continueds pumping the bulb, Dylan transitioned from mildly worried to completely panicked. He realized the situation was completely out of control. He had no way of signaling Lexi, and she couldn't read the panic on his face because of the mask.

Dylan's panicked grunts became quieter as the rubber bladder filled his mouth, but Lexi seemingly couldn't help herself: she kept pumping and pumping. Dylan made a short glottal sound as he strained his muscles against the leather that encased him, but his arms and head were too well restrained to move.

To a casual observer he didn't appear to be in any discomfort (the horse mask hid the distress that would otherwise have been evident in his eyes) nor did he appear to be struggling, but the outward calm forced upon him by his bondage belied his hysterical state.

Then Dylan remembered: the safe-signal.

He pawed the ground twice in succession with such force he half expected to see sparks fly as the metal horseshoe of his boot struck the hard cement.

To his relief, the pumping stopped. However, after basking in the joy of not being completely suffocated, Dylan realized that even though it was not inflating further, the butterfly gag filled his mouth completely. The air-filled intruder occupied every crevice and corner of Dylan's mouth; it pressed into the roof of his mouth and held his tongue down in a cruel embrace. He would have bit down on it in the vain hope of rupturing the thick rubber, but the leather strap fastened under his chin already held his jaw clamped around the gag tighter than a vice.

Dylan tried to yell through the gag. He screamed at the top of his lungs, but the inflated rubber bulb and leather horse mask muted his efforts into what sounded like a hushed groan to the world outside the dim prison of his mask.

The effort of trying to make even that pathetic noise robbed Dylan of precious air thanks to the thick foam plugging his nostrils. His pulse quickened and his lungs burned. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to pull enough air through the foam in his nostrils, and what air he did pull through was hot and humid from recirculating in the confines of the mask he wore.

The mask that outwardly projected a happy horse face concealed a panicked human visage, contorted in fear and desperate for cool, fresh air, desperate for release. A face of a young man on the verge on passing out not just from lack of air but also from the pain of his bondage and the terror of his sheer helplessness – he couldn't even communicate his anguish through facial expression nor body language such was his costuming.

It took nearly a minute for the pain in his lungs to dissipate. And twice as long for the hysteria to subside.

"Ah, it looks like you figured out the purpose of the foam," Lexi said.

Dylan grunted in anger, but had to take another few seconds to catch his breath again.

"What you may not have figured out is that you're going to be my pony for a lot longer than this fair."

Lexi paused before continuing, "A lot longer."

Dylan went cold with fear. The blood in his veins turned momentarily to ice before the adrenaline hit him and his heart hammered in his chest. Restrained as he was, neither fight nor flight was even a remote possibility. He tried to control his body's age-old instinct. He couldn't afford the increase in his body's demands for oxygen.

He hoped he misheard her, but the twinkle in her eyes told him he had not.

How could he have got himself into this situation? His mind screamed at him. Instinctively he struggled against the ambinder and screamed for help. But he realized immediately what a mistake he made. His brief struggle used up all his air, and he doubled over trying to catch his breath.

Lexi laughed and said, "Feel free to struggle and make all the noise you like."

She tickled Dylan a little around his rib cage and Dylan felt like his lungs were going to explode. A constellation of bright dots clouded his vision and tears formed around his eyes, but nobody could see them. All they did was make it even harder for him to see out of the mask.

Dylan was about to paw the ground three times, asking (pleading really) for immediate release, but he held back.

This was game. It had to be.

Surely this was part of the scene.

She was toying with him. She knew he wanted to feel helpless. They talked about it endlessly in their messages, their role-playing.

That must be it.

She's fucking with me Dylan thought.

A mind fuck. Brilliant, and scary…terrifying really because of the timing and the expert way she nailed the acting. That made it all the more clever.

Dylan was able to get himself under control. This was what he wanted, an hour of helplessness, his limits pushed.

That's what he told himself, but a part of him, an ancient part, buried deep inside his brain knew the real reason he hesitated. It knew he hesitated to make the safe signal because his sanity would break if she ignored it. If he pawed the ground thrice, and she refused his release, he would, quite simply, go insane.

He wasn't ready for that yet.

"Time to go," Lexi interrupted Dylan's thoughts as she started walking, pulling Dylan forward by the reins.

Dylan hesitated, not sure what to do, but ultimately it didn't matter because as soon as the reins became taught, he was jolted forward.

Caught off guard, Dylan stumbled and nearly tripped as the hobble chain clanked loudly doing its job, keeping his feet no further than a foot apart.

Dylan barely regained his balance in the hoof boots before feeling more pressure on the reins as Lexi walked on, oblivious to - or worse still, reveling in - his plight. He didn't know which, and was too focused on staying upright and breathing at the moment that he couldn't spare the mental energy to evaluate the possibilities.

Dylan followed Lexi, stumbling, constantly on the verge of losing his balance or passing out, his shoulders screaming in pain at the unnatural position of his arms.

It felt like miles to Dylan, but when they finally stopped, he was able to make out a street sign, which indicated they were only now about to enter Folsom Street Fair proper. He groaned inwardly, knowing they'd only walked a hundred feet.

As they entered the street fair, the mask's eyes finally fogged up to the point that Dylan had to blindly follow the rein pressure, trusting Lexi not the lead him astray. He faintly heard the jingle of the hobble chain and the clip-clop of his own hooves on the pavement, but that was the extent of his awareness of the outside world.

His tail swished against his legs, and he felt where it attached to his harness even through the thick leather of the armbinder as his movement caused his arms to bounce against his back.

As they continued to walk around the fair, Dylan came to realize that he could, if he squinted, see out of one of the nostrils of the horse mask.

Through this tiny peephole, Dylan could discern that all the stops Lexi made were for passersby who wanted a photo with her and her pony – mostly the pony.

Lexi clearly loved the attention, and she seemed to enjoy making Dylan start and stop walking abruptly, over-correcting him with the reins and crop.

Dylan began to get fatigued. He was completely and utterly worn out.

His arms were numb, and he could barely breathe with the gag in his mouth and the foam filling his nostrils. Every step was a monumental effort. His calves were on fire, and the balls of his feet were numb at the bottom of his hoof boots from taking his weight for what seemed like hours - from the position of the sun, Dylan was pretty sure it had been hours.

Finally, Dylan saw that Lexi was leading him out of the fair.

Good! He was going to scream his fucking head off at her when she finally released him.

But for now, he was going to behave. While she was in total control he wasn't going to do anything to provoke her.

However, he soon saw that she was leading him to a horse trailer, the ramp of which was ominously down, the inside hidden in shadow, only the sweet smell of alfalfa permeated out of the blackness.

Every step toward the trailer amplified Dylan's worry. Finally, just under 20 feet away from the ramp, Dylan collapsed. Partially out of exhaustion, but mostly out of fear. He didn't want to go in that trailer. He couldn't get in that trailer. He wouldn't. Once he did, it was over. Once he was inside, the door closed, he knew she would have him forever.

Lexi leaned down, and looked directly into the nostrils of the horse mask, seemingly knowing that this was Dylan's small window to the world beyond his current pony hell.

"Get up," Lexi whispered.

Get up now!" the whisper became a harsh rasp.

Dylan didn't respond. He watched as passersby formed a circle around the collapsed human pony.

"If you don't, I'll do this," she held up the bulb which would inflate Dylan's gag further and gave it a few small pumps, "until you won't be able to breathe. Then I'll walk away. It will take them," she gestured to the forming crowd, "at least 30 seconds to figure out you're in trouble, and then a couple minutes to find a way to remove the mask that's locked onto your head."

"By then, you'll have suffocated." Lexi continued, her voice grave but with a wide smile on her face to assure everyone watching that this was just a stunt for their benefit, the disobediant pony playfully resisting his mistress.

"Either you get the fuck up now and get into the trailer, or I pump up this gag and leave you for dead."

Dylan saw the coldness in her eyes. He didn't know if it was a bluff (if it was it was a good one), but he didn't think so.

Dylan mustered all his strength, awkwardly twisting and contorting his severely restrained body until he was able to get himself painfully back on his feet in the cruel boots. His head would have dropped unconsciously in defeat were it not for the wide collar around his neck and check reins fastened to his mask that forced his head rigidly upright.

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I’m crafty. I learned how to make BDSM gear almost within months of my entrance to the lifestyle. I love how easy some of these are. I always get compliments for my work. I’ve started a list of all the places online where you can find instructions for DIY projects to fill your dungeon. Many are very cost efficient. I recommend looking at all of them!

Handheld Toys

Custom Spanking Paddle

How to Make a Spanking Paddle

Flexible Paddles

Basic Floggers

Make Your Own Floggers

Build Your Own Rope Flogger

How to Make Your Own Flogger

How to Make a String Flogger

EZ Rope Flogger

How to Make a Horse Hair Flogger

Braided Flogger

Rubber Whip

Nun’s Discipline

How to Make a Leather Riding Crop

Canes

The Strap

Birch Bundle

The Stinger

Rope Singletail

Simple Flogger Construction

Bondage Equipment

DIY Leather Hood

Leather Arm Binder

Bondage Belt

Buckling Restraints

Locking Restraints

Over the Door Portable Bondage

Goggles Leather Blindfold

Blindfold from “Screw the Roses”

Serpentine Collar

Wrist Gauntlets

Spreader Bars

Quick Cuffs

Wrist Cuffs

Suspension Bars

Detail Tools

Breast Press

Nipple Stretcher

CBT Toys

Fire Play Wands

BDSM Furniture

Basic Horse

Bondage Frames

Kneeling Post

Saint Andrew’s Cross

Stocks

Punishment Bench

Wooden Poney

Adjustable Top Punishment Bench

Hanging Sling

Hanging Strap Cage

Sit Sling

Pegasus Bench (CAD Plans)

Versa Horse (CAD Plans)

Queening Stool (FetLife)

Advanced: Fucking Machines

Breakdown-able Hide-able Furniture Plans

Power Pole (converts from coffee table and hat stand to  bondage pole)

Pandora’s Chest (converts from a linen chest to a kneeling bench, pelvic exam bench, or bent-over crossbar.)

Criss-Cross (converts from a pedestal and display shelf to St. Andrew’s Cross)

Sex Furniture

 Although everyone into the BDSM scene has heard of endorphins, actually very, very few people really understand what they are, how they work, what the “high” is all about and how one can correctly induce the body to produce them. This short primer will answer those questions, and serve as a guide for anyone topping another so that they may successfully send their bottom into a very deep endorphin stupor! (Also known as leaving them in a big puddle of quivering ecstasy!)

The endorphin high is caused by a bunch of natural, morphine-like chemicals the body pumps into your brain to reduce your sensitivity to pain (thus raising your pain threshold.) The fact that the body seems to release these endorphins in measured ‘loads’ is a key to understanding how to ‘play’ the body to produce these ‘loads’ and ‘release’ them into the body and brain region when the ‘load’ is ready. One has to keep in mind that another chemical – adrenalin – is also produced by the body in reaction to pain, and its behavior should be understood also. This is covered later more thoroughly in the section at the end on aftercare – which is a VERY essential element in guaranteeing the success of the effort, as you will see.

The endorphin ‘loads’ as they are available in the body are released in their entirety, and after a ‘load’ is released, it takes the body about ten minutes to generate the chemicals for another one. After the body has been induced to release (or ‘inject’) a ‘load’ into the system, you must then continue stimulating the body for at least ten minutes in some manner before the body will be ready to release another one. This stimulation can be just about anything – sensation play, light paddling or flogging, light caning, etc. – and it does not have to be intense or even nearly match the intensity of stimulation that had caused the release of the last ‘load.’

Once prepared, an increase in stimulation over a five minute span up to a measured ‘climax’ will trigger the body to release the freshly prepared ‘load’ (based upon the submissive’s current pain threshold, “measured” to push them over a new edge.)

So, armed with this information, what does a session look like from the top’s and bottom’s point of view? This should break it down for you.

When a scene first starts, there are no endorphins in the submissive, and even fairly light torment is very stingy, ouchy, and, well, painful! There is an endorphin reserve already in place that is awaiting release into one’s body in case of an emergency, and after just a few minutes of even relatively mild stimulation building to a mild climax, this reserve ‘load’ is released, and suddenly the pain threshold clearly rises and the subject can easily tolerate what earlier may have been pushing their limits, making them jump around and squirm, for instance. This new, more pain tolerant state is Level One. There is no altered state of consciousness yet – but there is an increased pain threshold.

Once this has happened, for the top it’s basically just about treading water for ten minutes and doing anything that provides relatively light but constant stimulation to induce the bottom’s body to prepare/create their next ‘load’ for release. This is a good time for sensation play, or light paddling, flogging or whipping – and since the only requirement is that it remain fairly constant stimulation, it is a chance for the top to relax for a bit, since the stimulation can be very mild and be easy and relaxing to apply during this time.

Once the ten minutes has passed, a build in intensity over a subsequent five minute period will excite the body to a peak, and a sudden 10–15 seconds or so of intense stimulation just beyond the person’s current pain threshold limit will trigger the body to eject its freshly made, current load into the bloodstream. Now the bottom will be at  Level Two – with still no perceivable altered state of consciousness (beyond panting in relief that you, the top, have ceased with the intense bit!), but there is a considerable  and noticeable leap in pain threshold now.

Following this, again, ten minutes of mild, easy stimulation to provoke the body into generating the next load as quickly as possible. Keep this well below the pain threshold you’ve now created, with just a little intense whack, etc. every so often, about a minute apart. This will keep the adrenalin build up to a minimum, for reasons explained later on. Take it easy, tops, relax, rest that arm and wrist a bit! Then, this relaxing ten minutes is followed with five minutes of building the intensity again to well above the previous level, as the bottom’s pain threshold is pretty high already now and they can take a lot more before the body interprets this as being ‘in crisis’ and thus triggers the endorphins’ release. Finished off with 10–15 seconds (up to a minute) of a real intense, over the edge push, and the body will inject that next load.

Now at  Level Three, the bottom will definitely feel a little bit ‘woozy’ — exhibiting a “mildly drugged” state. Their eyelids should become heavier seeming, and they will fall into a more relaxed condition than before, with more low moans and groans, and with their inhibitions becoming more relaxed. Again, applying ten minutes of any relatively mild stimulation (don’t have to work hard, tops!), followed by a five minute build to a 10–15 second intense climax now that is WELL beyond the previous one, will result in the next endorphin “load” being released to push the bottom into a very nice Level Four head space.

At this Level Four state, there will be a very definite altered state of consciousness in evidence, and the bottom will feel clearly drugged and will be very compliant and submissive now. This is countered, however, by the largest charges of adrenalin they have received so far (from the intense climax just used to push them over this “edge”), so they are still quite communicative and their reaction time is still quick (even hypersensitive – a small whack with a paddle, cane or whip can now generate a huge amount of twitching or jerking of the subject’s body with certain bottoms.) Now, during the ten minute ‘treading water’ period for the top, the moans and groans will be longer and deeper, the body often limp in it’s restraints, and the reactions to the occasional harder ‘strikes’ will be obvious and even somewhat amplified. This is the tops finest time – they can still relax and obviously not be exerting themselves very hard, yet produce fine moans of ecstasy from their bottom with hardly any provocation! The pain threshold is high, even if the reaction time is increased due to the adrenalin, so harder occasional strikes are welcomed, and the reactions are certainly encouraging!

After this ten minute “endorphin replenishment” period, now it is important to be very sensitive to the limit levels crossed earlier, as you begin that five minute build in intensity that will end in the most intense limit pushing you might do with the bottom for this session (if you are stopping at level five). The bottom will have a very high pain threshold at this time, but also will be fairly groggy (in spite of the adrenalin-fueled reaction times) and less able to communicate their safe word – in fact, will now be so compliant that it is very UNLIKELY that they would use it even if they should do so! So, push this “grand finale” with finesse and sensitivity to what is going on with your bottom! At the other end of the 10–30 second climactic build in intensity – in a wonderful blast – this latest endorphin load will push the bottom into Level Five: a state of supreme ecstasy, docility, and the ability to take just about anything you could throw at them. They will become very limp and relaxed very suddenly – and be very clearly in an altered state of consciousness now.

This is the point most people end the scene and remove the bottom to cloak them in a blanket and begin the all-important aftercare … and unless you know your bottom extremely well, this is where the session should end. However, for those in that category of knowing their bottom’s limits and abilities quite well, the rules and timing are the same as with the earlier segments. Now, your ‘mild’ stimulation could be fairly intense if you wanted it to be, and the bottom will become extremely submissive – and receptive – and accepting of any amount of stimulation you could lay on them. This is a dangerous condition, because there is NO WAY a person will utter a safe word in this condition – they can barely talk at all! So, it is best to keep the stimulation relatively intense but not too too (Note: the stronger intensity applied now will hold up the adrenalin levels, and the combination with the elevated endorphins levels creates a condition of intense excitement and of simultaneously intense ecstatic relaxation for the bottom, so they’ll be into receiving whatever is being doled out. More on adrenalin in a minute, though!) Again, finish off after the ten minutes with a building in intensity to one beyond that reached earlier, with a 10–15 second extreme point, and the next ‘load’ will be released. So, now we have brought the bottom to a very amazing  Level Six! (But, again, this should only be attempted with a bottom whose limits and abilities are already very well known! The top is working without the benefit of safe words being utterable, in most cases by this time, so care must be exercised this whole while.)

With all the adrenalin now in the body – as well as the complete release of inhibitions from the heavy dosing of endorphins now in their brain – behavior of the bottom can become unpredictable at this point, and you should be prepared to restrain against some wild thrashing and arm flailing that could take place (at least be out of harm’s way!) The person/bottom is going to be in such an intensely altered state of consciousness now that their reactions could possibly be of an extremely primitive nature, and they may be capable of only ‘animal-like’ noises and reactions, and no or very little recognizable speech. So, watch out! Following this reasoning, approach the subject as you would a wild animal – very gently, talking soothingly and gesturing in a calming manner. Be prepared for sudden wild jerking, or seeming attempts to ‘get away.’ And don’t take it personally! At Level Six, this person is totally ga-ga! Be assured, they are enjoying every millisecond of this experience! And a very long period of dreaminess is now in store for them – if their aftercare is handled properly!

So, why do I go on and on about the aftercare? The work of putting endorphins into the subject’s body is finished, right? Well, yes, but you have also succeeded in putting very, very large amounts of adrenalin into their system, and adrenalin is tricky stuff. Even at Level Four, aftercare is important now because of they way adrenalin burns off – it burns off very quickly – compared to endorphins, which burn off very slowly. At Level Five or Level Six, there is enough adrenalin in the body that it will take 10 to 20 minutes for it to burn off (even up to half an hour!), and during this time, the bottom very likely will experience a number of adrenalin ‘crashes’ (similar in a way to coffee jags), and some of these can be very intense — and even quite frightening! They will need to be kept warm and be held and comforted AT LEAST throughout this period of adrenalin burn-off. My feeling is that if you don’t care enough for the bottom to enjoy cuddling and caressing with them for up to half an hour, you probably shouldn’t be taking them to any Level Six endorphin/adrenalin levels! (Or even perhaps to a Level Four!)

This adrenalin “crash” experience for the bottom is something many, many tops are unaware of, and they have no concept of the amount of harm they could be doing to someone’s psychological state by not performing adequate, loving, fondling and comforting aftercare during this time. All the bottom needs now is to be held and to hold you (or whoever you assign to perform aftercare) back – in order to be comforted by your presence, and to be allowed to make you become the entire focus of their awareness. No stroking, or massage, or other stimulus is needed or even desirable at this time. What is important is to keep in verbal contact with the bottom (not requiring words as responses, merely nods), instructing them every little while to relax. The adrenalin will have them in a very agitated state – high heart beat and breathing levels, etc. – and this situation is completely counter to the endorphin experience.Sure, they have a ton of endorphins in their system, but the adrenalin is presently holding them off from experiencing the full effect of them. The top’s guidance is extremely important at this time to help them relax through the adrenalin burn-off period.

The important thing to realize is that, if not actually ‘talked down’ out of the adrenalin agitation, the person could easily never allow themselves to relax enough to even feel the massive content of endorphins that currently exist in their system! (Maybe you’ve all seen the bottom who, after 45 minutes to an hour of intense stimulation to the point of near-total collapse on the cross or bench, is released and – after a mere couple of minutes – is just mingling around and talking and mixing with people as if nothing ever happened. These people are floating on a self sustained adrenalin buzz. This not only is likely to be unhealthy, but these bottoms are cheating themselves out of a long, long stretch of total endorphin-induced ecstasy!)

Step-By-Step Aftercare Instructions

So, while gently holding the bottom and letting them hold you back, coo softly and comfort them, and tell them to go ahead and to let themselves relax. You will feel them do so as they comply to your wishes, as they are quite docile and compliant to receiving instructions at this point. But they will also slowly tense up again from the adrenalin. Keep reminding them to relax, telling them to give themselves permission to relax totally. As they begin to succeed at doing this after a while, some will encounter a frightening feeling, which some describe feeling as if ‘falling off a cliff,’ and they will tense up a great deal from fright in that event. Or, they might encounter a feeling of intense ‘blackness’ (as the endorphins get a chance to relax even their optic nerve) and they will freak out and pull back from relaxing again.

If they report such experiences (or even before they do) tell them not to fear that, but to let it go and pass through it – telling them to relax themselves through the sensation of falling or blackness with the understanding that this is quite normal and is a common experience. Once they do that, having learned to “relax through it”, they will be “in it” after that point, and will begin to relax very deeply, very often seeing colors and beautiful technicolor visions and dreamlike landscapes, spaces and places. How sweet!

Once this happens (which, again, will take at least 10 minutes — and up to a half hour for some, depending on the amount of adrenalin that they must burn off), then your bottom needs only a little more loving attention, and can then be left bundled in a blanket somewhere on their own to float in a happy bubble, very possibly for hours!

Tops should be mindful of the fact that if they had intended to have sexual play with their bottom, they should probably fit that in around level three or four, for after hitting level five, their bottom may be too floaty to be able to concentrate for long on what they are doing. Then again, that can sometimes result in extremely passionate and inhibition-free indulgence, resulting in heights of ecstasy and orgasm never before experienced. But, if your bottom drifts out on you or loses their erection, don’t say I didn’t warn you! There’s no telling which way they will go at level 5 or 6!

“Flying”

There is another factor that can produce an altered state of consciousness FAR FAR beyond even that of the most extreme endorphin experience. This is experienced by submissives whose intense focus upon their Master or Mistress (their Dominant) – and upon pleasing them – eventually leads to a hallucinogenic kind of altered state known commonly in the BDSM community as “flying,” having an almost mythological aura surrounding the word by now, though for very good reasons! It is probably the most profound experience one can have as a submissive. It involves a state of intense devotion towards the dominant (who is not just a mere “top” at this point!) that borders upon religious worship, with complete trust and a total commitment to please and satisfy them thoroughly. Through the attainment of a complete selflessness and focus on the dominant, a transformation takes place that is very, very deep, almost trance-like.It can become so profound as to produce an extended, hallucinogenic state that is very wonderful and blissful. Many have reported even seeing visions under the spell of this “flying” effect. All have attested to the profound sense of peace and bliss they have experienced while even near the “edge” of this state.

This “flying” state can be attained by some with very little endorphin content in their system (some say even with none, but I’m quite certain most folks have attained at least a level Three or Level Four endorphin high in order to trigger the total release of inhibitions which this psychological state seems to require, at least generally speaking.) With practice, the release into this “flying” submissive-space should come easier and easier, eventually with even a mere suggestion being able to trigger the effect for some with very little or even no endorphin content being in the picture. COMBINED with the level 5 or 6 endorphin head space, there likely can be no deeper state of ecstasy possible for the bottom — short of total enlightenment! Until such an experience of full enlightenment can be accomplished, perhaps the attainment of this interim bliss is quite acceptable, and certainly should be considered an attractive and enjoyable state to be in! The secret ingredients are intense focus; a commitment to please the dominant utterly; and complete and total devotion! These ingredients – with some endorphins in the mix – should produce a quite satisfying effect for both the submissive and the dominant!

~Sir GreyWolf 🐺

I completed some major changes to the Library For Kinksters. Here is the update…

Aftercare

Aftercare 101

Aftercare For Dominants

Coping With Emotional Subdrop

Dom Drop

How To Make A Sub Drop Kit

Online Aftercare

sub/Dom Space, sub/Dom Drop and Aftercare

Subdrop and Aftercare

Subspace and Aftercare

Consent

Consent & BDSM

Guide to Consent

Doms, Daddies & Masters

7 Fundamental Characteristics of A Daddy Dom

12 Characteristics Of An Ideal Submissive

25 Things Daddies Should Do For Their Littles

30 Rules For A Modern Gentleman

45 Things A Girl Wants, But Won’t Ask For

50 Rules for Daddies

100 Sweet Things You Can Do For Your Princess

101 Things To Do To Make Your Slave Feel Owned (loved)

Alternative Names For “Daddy”

Alternative Domme Titles

Aspects Of Control

Asserting Ownership - Rules

Daddy Up!

Defining A Daddy Dom

Dominants Need Training Also

Fun Tasks Daddies Can Give Their Littles

Help For New Doms

How (and Why) To Go Down On Your Submissive

How To Be A Good Dominant

How to Find a Submissive

Knowing when to be a Dom and when to be her Man

New to DDLG - A Daddy Dom

Observations On Doms By A Submissive

So you want to be a Dom?

So Your Girlfriend Wants You To Dominate her

Some Little Rules All Daddies Should Know

The Dom Commandments

Things for Daddies to Keep in Mind

What Being A Dom Is About - A Submissive’s Perspective

What does the title Daddy mean?

What is a Daddy Dom?

What is a Daddy Dom Mentor?

What It Means To Be A Dominant

What Makes A Good Dominant

Littles, Subs & Slaves

6 Questions Every Submissive Needs To Ask Her Potential Dominant

7 Common Types of Submissives

10 Tips For Living With A Sadist

10 Things A Dominant Needs From A Submissive

11 Red Flags Of An Abusive Dominant

26 Baby Girl Jobs

50 Things You Can Do For Your Daddy

A Bottom’s Responsibility

A Dominant’s Advice To His Submissive

A Man Who Knows You…

A Good Dom vs. A Bad Dom

Acid Test For Subs

Ask A Million And One Questions

Attraction to DD/lg: A Little’s Perspective

Baby girl or little? A brief introduction

Care and feeding of Daddies

Characteristics Of A Good Daddy

Coaxing The Daddy Dom Out Of Your Partner

Feminist Submissive

Finding Your Dominant

Good Rules For Middles and Littles To Live By

Guide For Young Newbie Sub Girls

How a Dom Behaves Shows How He Will Behave Towards You.

“How do I find Daddy?” A guide to help you safely find the Daddy you’re looking for.

How Does A Submissive Ask for Something from Their Dominant?

How To Find A Dom

How to Take Proper Care of Your Dom

I Solemnly Swear I Will Not Do This To Daddy

Novice Submissives

Physical abuse of littles - it is never OK

Signs Of A Fake ‘Dominant’

Stuff no one tells you about submission, until the spreader bar is on and you are trapped.

Submissives, Learning to Trust Your Instincts

Submissive Pride

Submissive Traits - Intelligence

Things My Dream Daddy Would Say To Me

What is a Little?

When newbie subs, with asinine “doms,” need to run away.

Why I call him Daddy

Your Rights As A Submissive

Long Distance Relationships

10 Ways To Survive A Long Distance Relationship

Getting The Most Out Of A Long Distance Relationship

How To Make Long Distance Relationships Work

Long Distance Relationships - Tools To Cope

Long Distance Relationships (LDR) Contemplation: Sticking with plans

The Long Distance D/s Relationship

Mental Health

BDSM practitioners ‘healthier and less neurotic’ than ‘vanilla’ peers

Body image & BDSM

How to Get Over Feeling Sad

Is BDSM normal?

Love your Vulva – a self-esteem guide to your sensitive bits!

Managing bipolar disorder in a D/S relationship

Meditation And Mindfulness

On Cutting

Steps For Letting Go of Painful Memories

Things to Do When You’re Anxious, Scared, or Just Need a Distraction

Tips for Recovering from Codependency

What Are Anxiety Disorders? (Infographic)

Why Do I Feel Unloveable?

Relationships

10 Habits of Happy Couples

10 Top Communication Mistakes

10 Types of Emotional Manipulators

12 Relationship Truths We Often Forget

50 Best Ways To Say “I Love You”

BDSM Breakups: All Good Things Must Come to an End

BDSM: Control Goes Both Ways

Collars and Collaring - A Personal Perspective

Communication Is Key

Concept Daddy Dom/Little Girl Relationships

Daddy Doms and their little girls

Daddy Doms, Baby Girls, Little Boys And More

Date Night In A Jar

DD/lg In Public

D/s and Domestication

Factors That Make A Relationship

Finding Love When You Least Expect It

Finding Others with Common (Adult) Interests

How To Be Present In Your Relationships

How To Build A Healthy Relationship

How To Get What You Want In A Relationship

How To Know When You’ve Found “The One”

How To Take Your Relationship To The Next Level

Importance Of Confidence In RelationshipsImportance Of Trust In A Relationship

Key Ingredients of a Happy and Healthy Relationship

Needy Girls Are Daddy Dom Bait

Relationship Advice To Follow, And What To Ignore

Searching for a D/s partner?

Self-Fulfilling Prophecies In Relationships

Stop Arguments Before They Start

The Rewards of a Submissive

Types Of Relationship Insecurity

Well-Balanced Power Exchange Relationship

What Is Real Love?

When He Doesn’t Call

Why Love Makes A Night Of Kink Even Better

Safety

Another life ruined because of the morality police

Bondage Basic Safety: Crops, Paddles & Bondage!

Kinks, Risks, How To And Why Sometimes You Shouldn’t

Limits in BDSM

What is Emotional Abuse?

Self Improvement

10 Tips for Creating a Happier Life

10 Steps To Self Care

10 Ways To Be Happy

10 Truths To Live By

Guaranteed Ways To Be More Attractive

How to be Yourself

How To Deal With Your Enemies

How To Ignore Haters

How to Recognize a Toxic Friend

How to Stop Being a People Pleaser

Slut Shaming Explained

Tips for Healing a Broken Heart

What are the Signs of a Jealous Friend?

Sex

50 Cunnilingus Tips from Women

Basics of Breath Play

D/s or Kinky Sex?

Fetishes Explained

How To Make A Girl Squirt

How To Tell Your Son About Sex

Intersection of BDSM and Queer Heterosexuality

Sensual Biting

Sex: Myths & Stereotypes

Sex: Practical Details

Sex: Pregnancy and Birth Control

So You Want To Try Anal? A Practical Guide For Women

Squirting Educational Video

Squirting Notes

Toys

Advice on Dildos and Buttplugs

BDSM on a budget

Bondage Rope: How To Choose Yours (And More)

Training

10 Considerations for Inexperienced Subs

30 Things You Can Do For Your Human Kitten

40 Very Important DD/lg Facts

Age Play: A Short Guide

BDSM for Beginners: Safe and Affordable Play

DEFINED: SSC (Safe, Sane & Consensual) & RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink)

Etiquette in BDSM Part 1

Etiquette in BDSM Part 2

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 1 - Beginnings

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 2 - The Dominant Mind

Glossary of BDSM Terms

Guide To Blood Play

Guide To Bruising

Guide To Talking Dirty

Guide To Wax Play

How Do I Get Started In BDSM?

How to Make a Blanket Fort/Cuddle Nest

How To Make A Comfort Box

Introduction To BDSM

Newbie’s Guide To Vaginal Fisting

Punishments in BDSM Relationships

Red Flags For Online BDSM Relationships

Some Thoughts On Rules

The Leash Has Two Ends - Responsibility

The Need For Rules and Discipline

I’m crafty. I learned how to make BDSM gear almost within months of my entrance to the lifestyle. I love how easy some of these are. I always get compliments for my work. I’ve started a list of all the places online where you can find instructions for DIY projects to fill your dungeon. Many are very cost efficient. I recommend looking at all of them!

Handheld Toys

Custom Spanking Paddle

How to Make a Spanking Paddle

Flexible Paddles

Basic Floggers

Make Your Own Floggers

Build Your Own Rope Flogger

How to Make Your Own Flogger

How to Make a String Flogger

EZ Rope Flogger

How to Make a Horse Hair Flogger

Braided Flogger

Rubber Whip

Nun’s Discipline

How to Make a Leather Riding Crop

Canes

The Strap

Birch Bundle

The Stinger

Rope Singletail

Simple Flogger Construction

Bondage Equipment

DIY Leather Hood

Leather Arm Binder

Bondage Belt

Buckling Restraints

Locking Restraints

Over the Door Portable Bondage

Goggles Leather Blindfold

Blindfold from “Screw the Roses”

Serpentine Collar

Wrist Gauntlets

Spreader Bars

Quick Cuffs

Wrist Cuffs

Suspension Bars

Detail Tools

Breast Press

Nipple Stretcher

CBT Toys

Fire Play Wands

BDSM Furniture

Basic Horse

Bondage Frames

Kneeling Post

Saint Andrew’s Cross

Stocks

Punishment Bench

Wooden Poney

Adjustable Top Punishment Bench

Hanging Sling

Hanging Strap Cage

Sit Sling

Pegasus Bench (CAD Plans)

Versa Horse (CAD Plans)

Queening Stool (FetLife)

Advanced: Fucking Machines

Breakdown-able Hide-able Furniture Plans

Power Pole (converts from coffee table and hat stand to  bondage pole)

Pandora’s Chest (converts from a linen chest to a kneeling bench, pelvic exam bench, or bent-over crossbar.)

Criss-Cross (converts from a pedestal and display shelf to St. Andrew’s Cross)

Sex Furniture