dgbastide

PART 2 ANATOMY OF A SCENE: I enjoy my Subs on their knees, suffering 😈 I find it gives me more choices when I want to up the anti, and add stresses. Or when removing stress with out worrying if the Sub might collapse or over balance. Safety considerations can still be horny considerations? NOTE: I've a real issue with with strangulation, and as a Dom I won't be pushed beyond my comfort zone: However, for those I know, trust, respect and value. @lthrsmsublondon, being a prime example, who like many of you enjoys a level of constriction around the neck. I sometimes put my personal concerns aside, to indulge them. This time I used chain. It worked well. A little too well at one point! Then I recognised a rare oversight. I had not included any quick release (panic snaps), into the setup. Shame on me🫣 Rather than carry on. I used the moment to change to a standing position, including the missing quick release. Primarily as a result of a CBT that went too far (before he met me). @lthrsmsublondon has incredibly sensitive balls, That's no reason, not to use them, but I don't abuse, or exploit the privilage☺️ Or hang on his balls, the 20kg he recently hung on mine (with no after effects)😮😈 And we can see clearly how the "mindful," application of ball torture, added a horny hard-on to his Submission and Torment. PS. Apologies for the shabby Socks🥴

Blunt Spiked Cock Trainer’s: I keep getting asked about this; simple, yet evil, little device. Basically the version I’ve made has an; adjustable, single row blunt spiked cockring, with an additional, adjustable, double blunt spiked ring that goes around the base of the penis shaft. I advise putting it on when the clock is soft (when the cock is hard it’s almost impossible to get the trainer on so don’t even try). When the trainers on, stimulate the cock in anyway, that gets the desired reaction. As the cock swells, the “BLUNT” spikes dig into the cock and (in most cases) causing the cock to agonisingly swell. Despite the pain the cock frequently becomes rock hard and stays hard. In its hard and tormented state, even the most gentle and well lubed touch is exquisite agony… BE WARNED: most guys will scream the house down, begging for the pain to stop, but trying to remove the trainer from an already tender & tormented cock, often causes still more pain. If left alone, eventually, the cock will soften. Times obviously vary, but this can take quite a while, at least 30 minutes. With a sensitive touch, this agonising cock play can be maintained for hours, with some guys even managing what can be, the most agonising and intense organum of their lives!! In my case. If left to stew in a Sleepsack, with a trainer on, a cock trained torture cycle, automatically repeats like clockwork, every hour. With There are various of trainers around. The most interesting and effective of them, with screw in spikes, included into quality steel chastity devices. For full effect, the cock needs to swell as much as possible. For that reason I personally would not choose a fully enclosed device. Device that allows the cock to swell, and to be played with, given me more satisfaction in a bondage scene, and the Sub, more “sensation!” Added discomfort in chastity, is another choice. The best leather trainers, in my opinnion, close with “Sam Brown stud’s (not snap fasteners). You’ll note that I keep referring to, “blunt spikes,” the reason being. Mo opinion isThe worst trainers are made with sharp pointed spikes that pierce the skin, and often have the opposite effect to the blunt spikes that most fans and aficionado’s seem to prefer. A recent playmate had previously experience a trainer with sharp spikes, and it ruined the scene for him. NOTE: this evil little toy, with blunt spikes is addictive. The trainer in the video, much like the rest of my personal gear in my playroom is well used and showing its age. Not all treasures glitter and sparkle like new. YOU FOOLISHLY WANT ONE?: These little fukka’s are a time consuming fiddle to make properly. You can buy the steel devices mentioned earlier for around €70.00. I can’t make a decent leather one for less. I’ve a couple on order from very patient guys, and if I’m to make more I’ll make in batches of 10. I make them from; grade A Italian full grain leather, reenforced with a webbing mesh to prevent stretch. A double row of spikes, on the cock, the pleasure. Made in one, “average size,” (that does have some adjustment).

My partner @maskedfFer has finally achieve his PhD in cancer research. It’s not been easy journey for him and we’ve joked. PhD translates to “ permanent head damage🫣🤗 Now home, stretching his arse is a research priority, and having invested in the gear, getting experience as a pillion is his second priority. Drop him a dm if you’re a biker with a spare pillion seat.

I know @lthrsmsublondon hates with a passion my cock trainer. And he knows that I love that he hates it, and how Iove to hear him; whimper, and beg for the added pain that any touch causes him. And all that it needs for the pain to stop, is for him to lose his erection, and thats the key he has no control over in the moment, or the future, after his confession!😈😈😈

Well, after a challenging summer recovering from my July health drama and the unexpected loss of my trusty companion "Sammy". "I'M BACK!" Last weekend, with the unique and my inimitable favourite @lthrsmsublondon & the dynamic and un-supressible @lostpupy, we had a few days of much needed fun and games... It was a relief to find that the drive and stamina to Dom have not been diminished. In fact the opposite's true. With; time constraints, delayed flights, a partner and a new puppy to consider, the five days we shared came with more that a few stresses. I've survived it all, leaving me wanting more with my chosen "Fetish Family..."😈 My only regret 😪 I seem to have lost all of the videos of the scenes with @lthrsmsublondon, and have only the one clip of @lostpupy. But at least theres still evidence of, "life in the old dog" @dgbastide!

I’ve found,”Charlie,” our new family member and companion. He’s an F1b Labradoodle. Out of a Golden Retriever bitch. By a Chocolate F1 Labradoodle dog. He was the last one left available in the litter, because as you can see. He’s so obviously the ugly one.😂🤣 He’s 10 weeks old in the video, and I’ll be picking him up on the 1st of October, when I’ve puppy proofed the house. The second video is what we can expect Charlie to grow up to be in terms of size, coat, personality, and energy. I’m expecting a lot of fun over coming winter😃

'Some Subs, DO LEARN, and end up, "BEGGING," for more!' That Sub proved to me: As an; informed, consenting Adult. Experienced in what he's asking for. In the attached video we have evidence. He's one of the few, capable of delivering on his contracted obligations. With a CNC contact that he's offered to write and sign. I wonder, what lessons he will he learn about himself. If, I agree to deliver, "to the letter," of the contact he has proposed?

My Beautiful Friend, Madame Oscura," is unique with the art she creates; with, needle's, fine coloured cords, hot wax, music and scent. This goes beyond what most of us commonly know as BDSM. Surely this is; authentic, original, highly creative and unique performance art? With needles and thread. Madame Oscura has again been weaving her magic. One does not need video, to recognise the bliss on the face of her recent most recent; live, human creation... Respect 🙏

AN AFFAIR OF THE HEART: Okay, for dramatic effect at the end of this post, I’ve plagiarised lyrics from “Sky Fall.” But after what I’ve lived through in the recent past. With the end of my life literally in view before me, do I care? Fuck no! I apologise for nothing! Now at the start of my seventy fifth year, I can look back and confidently say. “Half a century ago, growing up as Gay, and into BDSM, wasn’t an easy perambulation through the pervading prejudices of the times.” Even today, for those starting out. Coming-out can be a queer conundrum. As thought, and challenging and as painful as it can be rewarding… But let me warn you dear followers: ‘No other fellow fetish fukka, or any amount of queer experience, prepares us for the end, that hurts in ways none of us in our prime would enjoy, or want to imagine - I imagine?” Literally, recently at seventy four my birthday present, and the reason for me being a bit quiet of late was a bit of a cock-up. While undergoing a simple stent implant, into my main coronary artery. One stent quickly became four. The fourth stent into a branch vein, pushed my luck almost too far. It caused me to have a full on heart attack - Deep Joy, that was a first, birthday first, with survival being a present I’m in no rush to forget! If one is going to have a heart attack, this one was; at the right time, in the right place. In the heart of a top cardiac hospital in France, while being the soul focus of a team of heart specialists, determined to clear out my plumbing and keep my primary pump pumping. However, with crushing pain in my chest, and only one arm taped securely to the operating table. With no out word, and not even a hit of poppers to take the edge off my; deep, heart felt concern. I can confidently say; “this was the worst medical scene of my life:” And silly me. I’d consented to it, with absolutely no sedation: It took every ounce of my self control and sub/switch experience, just to mentally keep my shit together. It’s not a scene I recommend you try for fun, lol: Watching all of this taking place on a six foot screen inches above my head, was only marginally less challenging, than sitting in a comfy chair, while being tortured with noise and tedium for three and half underwhelming hours watching, “the Odessy,” on the big screen! What an epic load of crap that was, and more sedation than anyone needs, after undergoing and surviving heart surgery. Not surprisingly, surviving both of those tragic experiences, created room for thought among the chaos of my aging prefrontal cortex. When coming out late, in my early thirties, as a fully formed consenting adult? At the beginning of the HIV crisis, I felt I’d missed my chance’s. Then, I did some wild &crazy shit and survived. Looking back, as a long term surviver. it’s identified that I’ve a growing contradiction to resolve, as I get into later life. On one side there’s the "received wisdom," and expectation from some quarters that. I need to give into the fact there are things I’ve been passionate about, that now, finally, I’m too old and too tired to enjoy and need to give-up. If allowed to persist, that opinion, I’ve decided, was capable of creating a shit load of unnecessary, negative tension in my already addled old brain. From my queer perspective, that’s something to rail against, without telling anyone to “piss off.” A bit like the need to urgently piss from prostate and bladder pressure, rather than pissy peer pressure, ha ha. That fight, and I don’t think I’m yet totally demented, or delusional, has taught me. “I’m still more capable at seventy four, than some thirty years younger than me, who would have me believe.” Still, I’m more than able to hold my own and resist going back into diapers. It would be so easy to fall for the trap of others; “I’m just too old, so I can’t do this, or shouldn’t do that, and let life piss all over me.” I know I can’t continue as I did when in my; thirties’s, forties’s, fifties. Fucking all night, on chems, like a rabid gay rabbit would today definitely give me a fatal heart attack, or something else equally unpleasant. However I can do much of what I still enjoy, in a way that works for me at seventy four years old. Without the need of a zimmer frame and diapers. Having just had the all clear, after a full cardiac service and having put the full cardiac crash team on stand-down. “With The Right Precautions!” With those who’ve intimately known me for decades. Those who still trust in me and what we share. I/we can still do much of what we enjoy together. So I guess the lesson for me has been. I won’t, “yet,” give in, to the idea that I can’t still enjoy my sex because I, like a few thousand other players, I’ve had a few heart issues. Accepting and understanding that, with decades of experience in support of my case, I’ll be doing things a bit differently in the future. But I see no good reason, why I can’t still enjoy my BDSM, and as one built to last, perhaps still do better than half of those, half my age? I’ve not come this far alone; my BF, soon to gain his Phd in cancer research, has been incredibly supportive. As have my; “Fetish Family,” many Friend’s, and an incredible medical support team. I’ve no intention of letting any of them down, by fucking-up and doing something stupid by not acting my age. Even if I don’t yet know what I’ll do when eventually, I grow-up. Physical and psychological fitness, diet, and getting back to work, are four of my other priorities, while continuing to commit to having fun and future growth… Right now, my only limit: if we’re not already intimately acquainted, that’s not going to change. A blessing, or a curse? You’re free to consider yourself, totally free of any risk from me: “Is this the end? Hold your breath and count to ten. Feel the Earth move my friend to feel my heart burst again... Is ain't the end I’ve drowned and dreamt so long?” - Sky fall.

The toll taken on ones body, over seven hours, while physically unable to move more than a couple of millimetres in a rigid fibre cast, is incredible. All thanks to @lockedtied and @SelfBondageGuy. Two days later, my legs feel like I’ve run a marathon, with my mind is still recovering from the experience. Add to that experience the isolation of a subterranean mediaeval cellar with walls over 3 m thick and the whole scene becomes a total mindfuck Will it be any easier next time? I fucking hope not😎

"THE EMPTY SHELL OF SOMETHING I RECENTLY WAS..." A lifelong ambition realised, thanks to the commitment and generosity of @SelfBondageGuy and @lockedtied. Under the incredibly demanding conditions of my partially cleared medieval cellar (used as a play space for the very first time), and at the height of the heatwave...🔥🔥🔥 I was totally, "sub-summed," head toe, within a rigid fibre cast. The casting began at around 15.00 and I wasn't cut out untill 22.00. I'm still trying to analyse what happened to my mind in those 7 hours? Sub-summed in a place I've never physically or mentally been before, it was a place I wouldn't hesitate returning too, if such a chance arose twice in a twisted lifetime...😈

One of the more interesting ripoff's, based on my original design. Even if they missed the point of why I overlapped the blindfold with the mouth cover to exclude all light... Having used my design as the inspiration for their copy. Perhaps in good faith. They will do the honourable thing, and send a complimentary copy?

As a Sub who'd spent more time in my SJ/SS hybrid suit; on a hard unforgiving floor, chained by my bed at night, or in the isolation 'cell. Always heavily chained and animated... When having a clear out of gear I felt, "Starlight," had earned first refusal. His condition of acceptance was. The suit would still be used on him whenever he returned. So, this is a polite reminder. Overworked, an under appreciated wage slave, or fearful of what bondage comes next? Your next visit, within the terms of your contract, is now overdue. It's time to pay up🫣

When; your poor lostpupy has been bound, gagged, and the extended anal hook has fucked it with every move. When; its begging for attention has been ignored for hours. When; its finally realised the futility of fighting to escape. When, finally it's released, for a few moments. Then; it's wise to stretch and enjoy a moment of freedom, before going further down that dark slippery slide...😈

Oh this just made my day, too funny! It has to be a Sub scraping the bottom of the "Bondage Barrel!"😅😂🤣

It's tragic. With the best will in the world, I can never keep house plants alive. With the attention span of a gnat, I lose interest and slowly, silently, they always die...😟 So, with a heatwave this week, I though I'd create a miniature desert scene for my south facing, kitchen window. And, "Fuck me!" Already there's signs of growth. Any bets on how long these prickly little bastard can survive me?

As one who has issues with, "unsupported backs' at risk in suspension." I find the controlled slow motion of this guy, "releasing tension," strangely seductive.

I'm constantly surprised by the creativity one finds on the outer fringes of BDSSM. A personal friend, "Madame Oscura," is anything but the typical glamour dominant. Nonetheless, she's a beautiful and unique individual. Passionate about the art she creates with piercing, and her intimate tribal rituals... 🙏 "Vive la Différence."