Certain toys make no damn sense to me. I’ve never been the type to rely heavily on sexual objects in the bedroom—some just seem extra for no real reason. And honestly, that’s still my belief today, with a few exceptions here and there. But nothing—and I mean nothing—would’ve prepared me for whatever the hell is going on in the picture below.
I wouldn’t even know what to call this contraption. Clearly, it’s on some other level of sexual prowess that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. The folks who use this must be chasing one hell of a kink. And all I can do is wonder: how close do you have to be with your provider to even suggest pulling this thing out?
You’ve got nipple clamps holding on for dear life, and a whole-ass table balanced on your waist. Then there’s some bottom chains that I’m guessing are strapped to your thighs or ankles—for reasons I don’t even wanna imagine. As much as this terrifies me, I can weirdly picture a couple of providers actually wearing this—and owning the hell out of it.
Even though I’m not a fan of most accessories, I get how some people might find this visually appealing in a power-exchange or servant roleplay kind of way. But still, I wouldn’t go any further than just looking. That thing looks like it requires a safeword just to assemble.
I’m still a firm believer that you only need a handful of simple tools to have a great time. Compared to others who go deep into the kink world with clamps, ropes, collars, and god-knows-what-else… I’m pretty fuckin’ vanilla. And I’m 100% cool with that. Give me a cock ring and some lube, and I’m living good.
Jesus—I sound like a weak-ass bitch compared to some of the crazy shit I’ve heard from y’all. But hey, we all got our thing.
I wouldn’t even know what to call this contraption. Clearly, it’s on some other level of sexual prowess that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. The folks who use this must be chasing one hell of a kink. And all I can do is wonder: how close do you have to be with your provider to even suggest pulling this thing out?You’ve got nipple clamps holding on for dear life, and a whole-ass table balanced on your waist. Then there’s some bottom chains that I’m guessing are strapped to your thighs or ankles—for reasons I don’t even wanna imagine. As much as this terrifies me, I can weirdly picture a couple of providers actually wearing this—and owning the hell out of it.
Even though I’m not a fan of most accessories, I get how some people might find this visually appealing in a power-exchange or servant roleplay kind of way. But still, I wouldn’t go any further than just looking. That thing looks like it requires a safeword just to assemble.
I’m still a firm believer that you only need a handful of simple tools to have a great time. Compared to others who go deep into the kink world with clamps, ropes, collars, and god-knows-what-else… I’m pretty fuckin’ vanilla. And I’m 100% cool with that. Give me a cock ring and some lube, and I’m living good.
Jesus—I sound like a weak-ass bitch compared to some of the crazy shit I’ve heard from y’all. But hey, we all got our thing.
