Showing posts with label suits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suits. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Detective O'Shea Captured


This is one of my favourite video clips of all time. When people ask me what I want from a captive I usually refer them to this video. I love the way he struggles and keeps mmmppphhhing away throughout the duration of the video in a loud, masculine way which is absolutely heavenly. Some times I'll just put this on as audio background noise when I'm wanking to other bondage imagery. I think the sounds alone are enough to keep me aroused without the visuals!

The actor involved is Micky O'Shea from BoundGuys.com who is a bit of a dream boat. Oh how I'd love to have him roped up for myself! Check out those tattoos :)


Friday, 7 November 2014

Picture of the Week #9 - 07/11/2014

'No questions!'
Another old pic from my collection. I estimate this is from around 2005 or 2006. Some more very sexy policing from the Eurasian world. I would guess this is from Turkey but it could be from any number of countries really. The suits really add to the sense of power and authority these guys have :)

Sunday, 21 September 2014

The Power of the Hand


My friend Big Eddie was kind enough to write a very interesting piece regarding the power of handgagging for me to share with you guys. As you probably know already I'm a big handgag fan so this piece got me quite excited. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!


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Like many of us I was into bondage from an early age. I was lucky to be born of the time when kids could play cops and robbers or cowboys and indians, and not have a parent go off in a fit if someone got roped to a tree.

As I grew into an adult I still liked bondage, in a subconscious way, getting turned on by cop shows of the time that featured far more gagging and binding than would be allowed today. It wasn't until one simple act done to me in my early twenties that I discovered what you might call the "power of the hand".



I had begun a relationship with an older guy who I knew from work. One day he'd told me he was going to start driving to work and asked whether I would like a lift with him. I accepted and the lifts became our times to be together to snuggle and more. Often we'd pull into some quiet country lane, off the main road, to do this.

One day we had stopped as per usual, when he did something totally unexpected from my point of view. He reached over from the driver's seat and clamped his hand firmly over my mouth. My first reaction was to try and speak which obviously was pointless since all that came out of me was a muffled noise. So then i tried to pull his hand away.



It was then he spoke to me with an intensity and authority I had never experienced before and basically told me to keep still, not to try and talk, and do as I was told. Now i was twice his size and half his age. In reality I could have easily overpowered him, but something inside me stopped that reaction. Something deep inside me wanted this, and found it both erotic and thrilling.

So I didn't resist, in fact I found my limbs had turned to jelly.  I just sat there quietly as he removed his hand.  He sat back and took his tie off.
"Put your wrists together in front of you", were his next words, and without thinking I obeyed. Quickly the tie was wrapped around them and secured.
"Do you have a hanky on you lad?" was his next question and I nodded.
"Where lad?"
"Left trouser pocket." I managed to stammer back to him. and he reached over and took it from my pocket.



He immediately placed his hand holding the hanky back over my mouth and began pushing the cloth into my unresisting mouth.
"Next time i ask you a question, i want an immediate answer, with the proper respect lad. You will address me a sir from now on. Understand?" he emphasised the last word as the hanky fully filled my mouth. He then took from his own trouser pocket what I thought was another hanky, but as he tied it over my mouth in a classic cinch gag I realised it was bigger than normal. It was my first encounter with a bandanna.

What happened subsequently is private but it became my introduction to both bondage and dominance by another man. Such incidents began to happen more often, in fact I would sit there and and secretly wish that each trip would contain bondage, control and most of all his hand over my mouth.



Since then my bondage times have been many and interesting. I have had many different bondage experiences, but still I desire more than anything that any bondage session starts with the simple act of a hand clamped tight over my mouth followed by calmly whispered words of control. Along the way i discovered if that hand was gloved in leather or rubber my reaction was even more powerful. Later i found having my nose as well as mouth covered increased the thrill further.

The whole process has become a major fetish for me to the point where simply watching a bondage partner put on a pair of gloves starts moving me down the slippery slope to total submission. As soon as I see those gloved hands, deep down i want them clamped hard over my mouth and nose, stifling my voice, and taking from me all ability to resist. That is the "Power of the Hand".



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If you want to contact Big Eddie then you can find him on recon here.