Regular readers will know that I am a sucker for kinky DIY. I once built my own spanking bench, and a (very shoddy) clamp/holder for a Fleshlight launch so I could fulfil my dreams of milking a man while he was restrained. I’ve also been delighted to host an incredible guest blog about a DIY glory hole. Don’t get me wrong, I am not encouraging you to do this kind of thing yourself. I have a penchant for DIY and a reckless disregard for my own safety, and occasionally I have partners who want to go all-in on these things with me. But if you’re planning on building your own kink devices, the sensible schoolteacher in me has to tell you ‘don’t try this at home.’ The eager pervert in me, though? That’s a very different matter. The eager pervert in me leapt up in joy when I got an email from the fabulous sex writer Starcross with today’s blog post. He built the kink devices you can see in the image above, and he’s here to explain exactly how – and why – he created kinky implements to fulfil his exacting requirements. Note that there are brief mentions of injury and blood in this story – during the ‘building’ phase, not the ‘kink toys in use’ phase. I am so impressed with his determination and creativity, and beyond delighted he’s up for sharing them here!

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Yes, of course, we should all move on and away from those who have done us harm or with whom we’ve realised longer relationships won’t work out. But sometimes there’s no substitute for fucking someone who knows you really well – your body, your kinks, the things that make you squirm and come. I think today’s guest blogger and I are similar in this regard. The fabulous LM is back with another incredibly hot blog post about fucking her ex – this time with a selection of kinky acoutrements, at least one of which I never realised could be applied in such a sexy context. Please give her a really warm welcome, and check out some of her other incredible guest blogs by following the links in the post!

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Some people spend their spare time knitting, while others prefer more dangerous hobbies – abseiling, base jumping, exploring tiny dark caves that they might get stuck in – the kinds of activities that get their adrenaline racing. The same is true of kink. While many will be satisfied with a little light bondage and some occasional role play with a safe word, others like to dive deeper and kink things that others find far more scary. There aren’t many people I’d commission to write a guest blog about consensual gaslighting, but Jenby – who’s tackled things like surveillance, tongue-stapling and Total Power Exchange with extremely enthusiastic consent – is right up there. So! Today she’s here to talk about gaslighting as kink. And although I know it sounds like a cliché to tell you ‘don’t try this at home’, I’m going to say it anyway. As a general rule, the darker and more potentially harmful a kink is, the better you need to be at playing safely and communicating and all those important things. I would no more trust a stranger to write this post than I’d follow a stranger into a dark cave without safety rope and proof of competence. But Jenby’s written so much before from her eagerly submissive perspective that I rate her as an expert spelunker of kink’s darkest and twistiest caves, so if anyone can talk gaslighting as kink, it’s her.

Note that this piece does exactly what it says on the tin: discusses gaslighting as kink play. It also features ‘Daddy’ as an honorific – everyone in this story is over the age of 18. 

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It’s cold, so he wears gloves. He’s trying out new ‘looks’ lately, so they’re leather. Well… the vegan equivalent of leather at any rate. Soft, black, expensive. They cushion and protect his palms when he thwacks me on the arse.

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“Breathe for me,” he says, all soft-dom calm and patient. I’m lying on my back and his dick is almost inside me. It’s taken a lot of work for us to get to this point. And by ‘work’ I mean, of course, ‘fun’. I’ll explain all that in a second, but for now just know that I’m lying on my back, folded in half, and he’s got his hands on my thighs. Holding my ass at the perfect angle for him to slip his cock in with least resistance. There is still resistance, though, because he’s got girth and I’m lacking in practice. That’s where the meditative breathing comes in.

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