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Demon's Lair

Rantings and Ravings of the Demonic Kind.

The Late Great Kitty Catherine
Posted:Mar 31, 2023 10:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2023 10:03 am
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Lost Beauty.


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Shibari
Posted:Mar 31, 2023 5:22 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:43 am
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Rope skills.
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I'm Back
Posted:Feb 14, 2023 6:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2024 5:43 am
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Haven't been on here in awhile but I'm back to check things out.
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Ugh
Posted:May 23, 2020 10:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2023 12:04 pm
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How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
Seem all the uses of this world
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Manassas
Posted:Nov 21, 2014 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 4:25 pm
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Why the fuck are all of my matches for women in Manassas, VA? And they are Dommes... and lesbians?
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Going For The Gold
Posted:Nov 7, 2014 1:55 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2018 4:27 pm
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Joined ALT at the gold level.

Nothing has come from it.

Posting this to see if I can meet the criteria for getting a free additional month.
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2010: The Year We Make Contact
Posted:Apr 26, 2012 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2014 12:07 pm
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Let me finally finish up my exploits for 2010.

My last encounter of the year was with the youngest woman I have ever been with (twenty) and one of the most beautiful - - an evening of bondage and homemade brownies which she had baked. There was some ultra light torture, face slapping, binding her with leather straps and some knife play.

About the knife play.

I had predominantly used a smaller knife that I had used in other encounters. Threatening the young woman with it. Holding it to her throat. Tracing it down her body to between her breasts and slicing off the black satin bra. I then took her and cuffed her with her hands over her head, attached to a large O-ring on a strap attached to the bathroom door. A piece of red duct tape covered her mouth and a spreader bar was attached to her ankles, her legs spread wide. Topless, black panties, black stockings and black pumps.

Very nice.

I took out a new knife to threaten her with. It was a Harbor Freight special. From the Harbor Freight webpage:

Description: If you spend any time in the wilderness, you'll want this combined hunting knife and survival knife in one at your side. Skin game or build a shelter using the precision sharpened 8" stainless steel blade with a saw back. The survival kit stashed in the storage handle includes a built-in compass, sewing kit, safety pins, buttons, fishing line with hook and 6 matches with paper. Comes with a lanyard and knife sheath.

8" precision sharpened stainless steel blade

Survival kit stores in accessible handle

Includes lanyard and knife sheath

blade length: 8"

blade material: Stainless steel

Handle material:Aluminum

Overall length: 14"

Shipping Weight: 1.30 lb.

It's just a really big, stainless steel, threatening, Rambo knife to play with.

So I run the blade down her body and bring it to her hip. I slide the blade under the panty material and pull it towards me but it doesn't slice through the material. The material just stretched along with the blade. I apply more pressure and then the blade whizzes through the material and into the base of my thumb on my other hand. The blood starts pouring out. Luckily with the motel room set up I am right beside a sink. I clean the wound. It is deep and the blood just keeps pouring out. Of course, in the mean time this poor girl is just helpless, bound to a door with her panties half cut off.

It was quite comical in retrospect.

I finally just put a wad of toilet paper over the wound and covered it with duct tape (which I had plenty of) making an industrial strength bandage. I release the young woman from her bondage and laugh at the situation. She tells me that she first thought that the blood was hers. When she realized it wasn't, the kinky little girl said, "I wished you had put some on me."

LOL!

When we first started communicating she found my Night Demon persona and contact info of demonnightdemon666 to be too Satanic sounding. I assured her I was no Satanist. It would have been hysterical if I had drawn a pentagram in blood on her chest while she was utterly helpless.

We finished up the evening with me getting to do some pretty nice shibari rope work. Unfortunately the batteries in my camera died. Oh. I failed to mention that she let me photograph her throughout the evening.

Spectacular.

I was thinking the other day and actually the majority of the women I have been with have allowed me to photograph them and one even lets me post and share the pictures as long as they don't reveal her identifying tattoo. Even the one I didn't get to photograph (the best kinky/bondage sex of my life - - her with her arms bound behind her back, thick collar on, blind folded and ball gagged, the clover nipple clamps swaying as she road me to climax - - my first encounter of 2010 - - let me "friend" her on Facebook for a year, so I at least got her profile pics. I was eventually unfriended, probably due to her friends inquiring "Who's that creepy masked guy you're friends with?"

We finished off the evening with her homemade brownies and then she left.

She was the only playmate I ever had where I didn't learn her identity. I have always learned the names and addresses of all of the women I have ever played with and none of them have ever learned my identity. It was very strange, not knowing, although...

Full disclosure. When I first had her tied up on the bed - - tightly bound, ball gagged and blindfolded - - I did go through her purse looking for identification. Her purse was almost completely empty except for her car keys. I did contemplate leaving the motel room and finding her car to see if her ID was in it, but all I could picture was me locking myself out of the room and having to get a manager to open the door were he would see a scantily clad young woman, bound and helpless on a bed.

It did actually get me to thinking about checking ID's in that I had thought that the young woman was actually 21. I used to only search for women 21 and up on collarme. I'm not a drinker but if we wanted to meet in a bar the woman is going to need to be of legal age. I believe that she initially contacted me so I guess I didn't notice that on her profile that she was just twenty. I'll have to start having them show ID at the door.

So 2010 was amazing - - great bondage sex, a home invasion with multi-hour struggling, breath play and a bath tub drowning and a bondage and brownie photo shoot. The following year would be the polar opposite - - a year of blown opportunities and near misses.

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