JoshBalt

What a bloody hypocrite I am! I deplore nipple play where clamps are under constant tension, with only one outcome😡 they're going to be pulled off. Personally I fucking hate it, when there's so many heavenly sensations to be enjoyed with nipple play.😇 Then what do I find in my archive? A scene where I've set up the clamps, via a cantilever connection to the Subs feet, that will inevitably result the Sub pull's off the clamps. It just goes to prove, "when it comes to nipple play. "Do as I say, not as I do."🙄

What did I say about my beautiful gimp. "Suffering, not toooo excessively...?" Well that was true, untill from the comfort of my bed... I watched and patiently waited untill @lthrsmsublondon, finally broke 😈 Then "benevolent me" showed some mercy and temporarily allowed him to rest in the warmth, comfort and security of his suit😊 Before continuing onto round two😩😩

Where to begin after @Lostpupy's initial, intense 24 hours of, "Suspended Animation," in a Sleepsack. A feat of endurance that few achieve. That took him way beyond any of his previous bondage experience's... Total respect🙏 What got me with our scene in this video, was how the natural physical beauty of my Sub, covered in rubber was enhanced by his submission and helplessness, while heavily hooded, gagged and trapped in my, "Bondage Net of Despair!" Untill finally - after his earlier sleepsack experience - the unrelenting electro stimulation of his; cock & Balls, and a tri phase plug up his arse we reached a limit - as finally the intensity of his bondage experience took it's tole on his endurance... I found it so Fucking Sexy, to take a new Sub to that level of Submission! 🔥🔥🔥😈 PS. As an observer, sharing in our experience, was my dear friend Simone🥰 A female Dom, who loves the intensity of male on male BDSM.

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...😈

I found this, anonymous, among my documents. I've translated and plagiarised to to fit with my own though's and ideals relating to BDSM, as thought for consensual Dom's and Sub's alike. "True power does not announce itself with great fanfare’s and grandiose self anointed titles. True power settles slowly, with quiet authority, clarity and certainty. True power subtly rearranges the air, long before you notice your breath has changed. True power don’t chase to control. It creates the conditions where control becomes unnecessary, It moves with a calmness that makes other men second-guess themselves. True power speaks only when the room is ready to shift. In the way others cling to the idea of power, I’m still learning to hold my silence, steady, warm, open, yet self assured from decades of learning - from my mistakes. If there’s no need to explain this to you. If you feel it, your body already knows what I’m looking for. You’re not a man collapsing inward. You're not someone waiting for a master to save them. I’m looking for men who carry themselves with a quiet confidence, a sharp mind, with measured presence, The kind of men the world relies on without ever asking, or knowing fully what they have to give. Men who quietly, gently, make their presence known in crowded rooms. Men who guide others, stand firm. Men who despite all of their strengths ache - quietly - for a steady hand at the back of the neck when the door closes behind them and they are alone and vulnerable. The kind of men who feel a deep churning in their gut when they imagine letting go for the first time, with someone they can respect and trust. Someone who can hold them while they grow. They don’t need to be controlled. They simply need to be met, their strengths and weakness balanced with that of the guidance, and experience they seek. Equaled, read and understood for who they already are. If your thoughts are quick, your instincts clean and your curiosity still grows. You already recognise yourself here. You pride yourself on your intellect. You analyse. You prioritise your needs and empathise with the needs of others. You read the path you need to take, before most men even see it. But ask yourself— with all of your quiet intelligence. Do you really think you’ve figured me out? Or are you just beginning to realise you’ve stumbled upon a connection you hadn’t foreseen and didn’t know you wanted, or needed? Let yourself feel that uncertainty. That uncertainty is the doorway to that which you instinctively crave. I’m not interested in mindless obedience. I want alignment, connection, the slow synchronisation between your rhythm and mine. If you kneel, it won’t be because you're overwhelmed by my demands. Your submission will be that quiet, breath catching moment when your defences soften before you notice the shift that comes before the desire to kneel grows from deep within you. I don’t seek to break men, that has never been my goal. It’s my intention help define your submissive needs, to find our own role's, or your submissive goal. Should we connect, your thoughts remain your own, they won’t be subjugated by a higher power. They may reorganise, refocus, strengthen while your breath slow’s, and your body and mind begin to settle. When I restrain you, you won’t feel small. You’ll feel held. It isn’t the chaos of unbridled use and abuse that I seek. It's the structure, the security of - ties that bind -the kind of connection that Dom & Sub, Master, Slave & Switch build, when finally they've met their equal and opposite match. How I hope that together we’ll both feel seen, in a way that stops the chatter in our mind's, and feel desired in a way that melt the breath. Safe in way we hadn’t realised what it was that was missing. And when you surrender, that surrender won’t be collapse. It will be your informed choice, your truth. The moment your body and mind cease to resists, because it knows there is no longer anything left to resist, too guard, or hide from. If You recognise yourself there. If something deep inside of you loosened.  If your shoulders feel freed from the burden of the judgement of others. If your breath paused somewhere between the lines, then yes. We’re already speaking the same language, before the words have reach your lips. I choose slowly. Intentionally, but once I have chosen, I do not hesitate. I openly, freely give while rarely counting the cost. Then, do not lightly let go."

I’m back in the play business! With help from @Silencilicone my all time favourite gag has been replaced 😘 And courtesy of @DogStricken I’ve now enjoyed experiencing @lockedtied enjoying experiencing the DG-LAB coyote electro box. While safely chained to the walls of my cell, by the ankles and neck with a steel collar, with little wiggle room. In one of my sleep sacks, all my gimp could do was moan and endure what I had chosen to “kindly” share😉 With time a limiting factor, this scene was only four hours, but after a piss break that hadn’t been planned for. All our trusty gimp wanted was to go back and quietly chill in the Sleepsack for a few hours before dinner. 😈😎 Thanks to those among you who help keep this show on the road. .dg.

What does it take for you to feel helpless, for you to be a Masters toy, nothing more than object to be used? Does an inescapable Sleepsack, in a restrictive bondage net, with a 9"steel plug up your arse fucking you with every move you make? Hooded, gaged, gas mask, posture collar, do it? Or all of the above? Or is it simply being ignored by a Master who's decided that regardless of how you beg. Now that he has you where he want's you, you get nothing more untill Sir is satisfied.