Belt/Bondage Cuffs

29 03 2009


[Click] and the lovely Domina have sent me one of the most useful sex toys to date.

This is a belt. And a really nice one at that. I got the small size and as you can see it fits nearly perfectly. (I’m a size 6ish so you can prolly estimate what size you’d need from that.) It functions as a belt should function and keeps my jeans from sliding down off my flat ass. Just ask X or look in the picture above: No. Ass. X actually hurt his hand while spanking me the other day because my ass is so boney. But that’s a story for another day.

The belt is innocuous enough that I was able to wear it around campus, to class and ever around my family without anyone suspecting it was from the BDSM and fetish section of a sex toy website. It’s nice leather too. My only real problem was that the metal squares you see in the photo are a bit tough to fit through the belt loops of my jeans. It takes some maneuvering to pull it off. But it is possible.

Now using the belt as cuffs? Really easy. You just place hands accordingly, thread the leather over and through the loop, back through the next and you secure it with the buckle. Click on the photo above to see how it looks when used as cuffs.

I have no complaints in the least about this belt/cuffs thing. It’s damn convenient to have a wearable set of cuffs for any situation you might find yourself in. And no one, except perhaps a fellow pervert, would really assume the naughty uses for such a simple belt.

Overall, this gets a 10/10 in my book because it’s seriously very nearly perfect.


12 12 2008

He spun me around and grabbed both my wrists in one hand.

I heard the ripping sound of velcro as he adjusted the cloth cuffs so it held both my wrists. I tugged and pulled. They weren’t coming free.

Before I had much more time to think his cock was out and I was being forced to my knees. I fought it but he was stronger. He shoved himself into my protesting mouth as I continued to fight. I flailed and struggled, trying my hardest to get my hands free.

The harder I struggled, the more forceful he was. I was gagging on his cock. Uncerimoniously, he gripped my head as he fucked my mouth. I tried to pull away, to turn my face. But all I succeeded in doing was smeer saliva on my cheek where it mixed with my hair and stuck to my face.

I pulled away for a moment to sit on the floor, still pulling at the cuffs. He grabbed a fistful of hair and hauled me up. He slammed his cock down my throat and held it there until I thought I wouldn’t be able to control my geg-reflex anymore. He let me pull away for a moment to sputter, then his dick was back.

“Stop fighting and I’ll be nice,” He told me.

I didn’t listen at first. I still tried to get away. And he continued to push my limits until I gave in.

I sucked his cock like a good little slut. He pushed the hair caked to my face back behind my ear, stroked my face. He still kept my head moving, but not forcefully. Not more than I could take. And I was wet, so turned on by being dominated.

He pulled my head back off his cock for a moment.

“What’s my name?” he demanded. I didn’t know what to say. I was confused.

When I didn’t respond instantly, he made me gag hard.

He asked me again. “What is my name?”

I took a deep gasp of air as he stopped to let me speak.

“Master,” I panted out.

With that he zipped his pants back up and reached down to unvelcro the cuff. Grinning down at me he reached a hand down to help me up.

“Time to go to class,” he said with an insufferable grin on his face, knowing I’d have to sit through the next three hours of classes turned on.


11 11 2008

I won’t break.I want it rough. And hard. And fast. And dirty. Throw me down on the bed. Pin me beneath you. And make sure I know who’s in control. Cuff my hands tight. Grab my face and force it up. Claim my neck with your teeth. Bite me hard.Letting me feel the exquisite pain.

Make me bleed.

I’m no doll. I don’t break easily. Rip my cloths off my body. Leave me naked and prone. Begging you to stop. Pleading for you to keep going. I want to feel your hands all over me. Touching and twisting and claiming and grasping. I want to struggle against you. I want to feel how hard you are through your jeans. I want to make you harder. Insane with desire for me. For my willing, fighting body. I want your cock, forced into my mouth. Gagging and sputtering to keep from choking. I want you forcing it on me. Telling me that I like it. That I like your fat cock filling my mouth. Almost as much as I like it filling my tight pussy. I can’t push you away. My hands are still cuffed. The metal is digging into my wrists.

I’m so wet.

I want you on top of me. I want you forcing yourself inside of me. Stifling my moans with your hand. Forcing me to suck your fingers. All the while you fuck me. And you fuck me hard. Without mercy. Relentless pounding. I whimper and beg and plead and moan. Your hands are all over me. Your lips biting at my neck again. Leaving red purple marks. Claiming me again. You grasp my nipples hard. And it’s too much. I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it.

I cum hard.

You keep fucking me. Rough. Hard. Ignoring my protests of it being too much. You tell me to take it. That it isn’t too much. You grab my hair. Force your lips to mine in a hard kiss. Your mouth is open. Panting. Your hips are more erratic. Deeper. Then shallow. Hard. The soft. Fast. Then slow. Your arms get tighter. Your teeth bite down. I know what’s coming. I bite your ear. I whisper.

Cum for me.

And you do. Hard. You collapse. Spent. On top of me. You remember to uncuff me. I smile. And hold you close. Bite. Bruises. Cuts. Everything. I’m still not broken.

I’m no doll.