I enjoy the setup more than the punchline. Seeing handcuffs click onto wrists, ropes twisted into knots, hoods being laced, belts being cinched and straitjackets being applied does more to get my juices flowing than any cum shot. I wish fetish porn focused more on progressive, inescapable restraint.

Someone once told me the best sex toy is the one between my ears. Decades before chastity devices were easily obtainable I wore athletic cups as a substitute, often continuously for weeks. They feel good, hit an athletic gear fetish, and constantly remind me my cock is protected but also off limits.

While today was probably warm enough for shorts, it was not so warm that tights were at all uncomfortable. When given an option, my gear-head always leans toward a “more Lycra is better“ attitude.

This heavy ballistic vest and uniform is a favorite of mine. I usually only wear it at bondage camp. I was particularly horny today, for reasons, so I lugged it out. The prisoner restraints just happened to be stored with the vest. We subsequently discovered that it attaches securely to the back!

Vet wrap is fucking awesome for mummification. For those unfamiliar, it‘s elastic, sticks to itself and can be safely applied directly to skin. Head wrapping is safe too, as it‘s porous enough to breathe through. Layering it thick from the neck down results in stretchy and inescapable bondage bliss.

Up early, as always. Not being able to remove any of this without his assistance is a real head trip. Underneath I’m locked and thickly padded. Still dry for now, but eventually I’ll have no choice about that. His total control over my cock, even as he sleeps, is what is such a turn on about this.

It’s cold as fuck here in Chicago. Despite it having quite some more capacity, forcibly being changed out of a semi-wet evening diaper and then into a fresh dry one and then being zipped into a lockable onesie and climbing under a heated blanket is absolute heaven.

Trapped in a prison for my body made out of canvas, all I could do was roll around and struggle in my soaked diaper. After being ignored for hours, Sir entered the room and I thought I was being freed. He proceeded to put his dick down the back of my diaper and filled it. I was helpless to stop him

Game over. Bears lost. :-( At least I am heading to bed still layered in football gear. I love waking up already cupped, ready to take on whatever the day throws at me.

I’m only halfway suited up, but already my cup is feeling kinda tight. The good kinda tight.

Them Bears play tonight, so I’m gearing up to watch the game. The more pads, the better.

Another of me from back in 2018. Basement dungeons can be chilly in winter months. I was told my uniform wasn’t enough “protection”, so I was compelled by those in charge to don a warm hooded jacket to keep cozy. The rope and lacing table were required to keep me secure during a detailed inspection.

This was me a few hours before midnight at a BDSM play party on new years eve back in 2016. The idea was to edge me such that I got off right as the clock struck midnight. It was a fantastic way to welcome the new year.

Obligatory post-indoor cycling crotch shot. When I was young this sort of thing got my juices flowing and led to a lifelong love of cycling. Funny thing is now all spandex *except* cycling gear make me horny. Once it became routine, the fetish faded. Plus this shit is too expensive for cum stains.

Another older image from my archives. I love this scene because it started hours earlier with just a pair of handcuffs secured behind my back. Later I was forced into the hood, then the straitjacket, then they watched Moana, (I just listened) before eventually being led to the dungeon for more play.

Regardless whether it is me getting strapped into it, or me doing the strapping, my leather straitjacket always turns me on. I really need to use it, or have it used on me, more often.

Everything was so snug and tight but the wrists were the thing I remember most. They didn’t move much at all. As the night progressed they remained in place at my side, comfortable, but strictly locked into place. My fingers couldn’t feel anything but the mattress and my pants. Absolutely no escape.

I’m locked, the keys are unavailable for at least the next two days, and I was just informed that I‘m to remain in diapers for that entire time as well. Looks like my wetsuit/fist-mitt fantasy might happen after all!

I often have access to my chastity keys, for emergencies or when I want to go cycling, but on other occasions, like tonight, He takes the key and the spare, and they both disappear for a while. It’s a totally different experience…like a fifty times more drippy, achy, horny, “he owns my cock” vibe.

It is only day 3 of Locktober and my locked-cock imagination is on overdrive. I want to wear my pup hood, wetsuit, locked-on fist mitts, so I can’t take anything off, a double-stuffed diaper underneath, to keep the chastity device from pinching, and be forced to stay in sweaty neoprene all evening.

I was at an event and a friend had a few boxes of gear he wanted to get rid of. I was thrilled to acquire “The Original Banana Cup”, which has intrigued me for decades. I had given up ever owning one! It is roomy, comfortable, and makes an unmistakably distinctive bulge under Lycra football pants.

I’ve had these chastity shorts for about fifteen years, and they still feel just as restrictive as when they were new. I wear an athletic cup underneath, and they pair well with my straitjacket. No long term wear though, they must be unlocked occasionally for bathroom breaks.

I finally deleted my twitter accounts, which I had since it launched. I guess I’d been hoping the pendulum would swing back to sanity someday. It was because of an ad. I was going to post a screenshot of it here, but decided to not do so. I’ll just say it was blatantly and unapologetically racist.

The best way to experience #BDF is to be forced to. A wrestling singlet, a strong pair of shorts, and a locking Humane Restraint leather belt both kept me chaste and held my diaper firmly in place all day long. Despite finally getting the keys I inexplicably want to stay in it just a little longer.

Medical restraint is also at the top of my list of fetishes. Comfortable for long periods of time, but very restrictive. I can float in it for hours, disconnected from everything and at the mercy of the Master.

Assembling a Segufix restraint system so it perfectly fits one’s body is always a challenge. This cot is a favorite of mine because the grid on the bottom allows precise, taut, placement and straps can’t slide around…plus the mattress is memory foam making for comfy bondage without shifting an inch.

I never negotiate a duration when I agree to go into a sleepsack. The enjoyment for me is to sink deep into inescapable encasement, not knowing when it will end. Forced to rest, I drift in & out of horny consciousness until my brain shuts off. I don’t know how long I have been bound, and don’t care.

In for a long session 😇

“Have a seat, soldier…” Fuck, I love a good bondage chair and I love military uniforms. I don’t wear mine too often in scenes anymore, after some prick accused me of “stolen valor” at a dungeon party a couple years back. This despite me having served for three years in the Army back in the 80s.

Last weekend I had a hands free orgasm in a straitjacket in a padded cell 😳

Winter sucks for outdoor riding, but full coverage cycling gear is awesome. It’s absolutely functional, comfortable and warm on chilly rides…but it’s also kinky as hell. If you love spandex, cycling is a fantastic excuse to wear it, and if you are horny, the repetitive pedaling is like being edged.

I’m not into latex, but I find something about these thin, stretchy, rubbery, cycling shoe covers that is strangely compelling. I can definitely see why so many others enjoy it.

Lately the only time I’m not locked in chastity is when I’m working out. Despite riding indoors on a trainer and it being unnecessary, I put on the aero jersey, because I’m horny and it makes me feel hornier. Yes, I’m one of those cycling dorks, if you see me on the road, please pass with care.

Keeping me locked in chastity is one thing, he also wanted to make sure I remain secured in my diaper overnight until he is awake. He came up with a creative way to keep my football pants from coming off. I’m a sports gear head at heart, so this only exasperates the intensity of my morning hard-ons.

Things have been pretty non-kinky with me for some time, we both caught Covid two weeks back and even though we recovered quickly, we just fell into a familiar pattern. But then this morning he got up early and caught me edging myself to internet porn. He didn’t say anything about it at the time.

I woke up feeling quite ill. I must have picked up the cold that is going around. Today is definitely a lazy, lounge-about the house affair. I noticed my cozy onesie matches my coffee cup! I think I’ll stay heavily padded and drink lots of fluids, and nap, play Factorio, or watch sci-fi or cartoons.

Adult diapers and those acrylic chastity devices are really an incredible combination if you like a good head trip. The diaper “locks the device” in place, holding it close to the body with its soft padding, preventing it from sagging or shifting around and pinching. (1 of 3)

I just finished an indoor ride and thought I’d leave a picture of my crotch here, for those online that enjoy that kind of thing. Like me. I enjoy this kind of thing. If you are in spandex, you too can post a crotch shot in minutes!

Sometimes, there will be this “mood” that comes over him, I soon find I am in that puffy hood, leather straitjacket and ankle stocks or maybe that wooden spreader bar. I am made to lay back comfortably on the reclining couch, unable to get up, and I will get to listen to him watch a horror movie.

This suit zips up, snaps at the back, and fits snug in a way that it’s impossible to remove by myself. It feels cozy and is one way he reinforces my chastity while he is sleeping in late. The acrylic device under a thick diaper removes all tactile sensation and means I will remain trapped all day.

I evidently was squirming too much, so soon I found that I was being encased in plastic wrap. He wrapped me such that when he operated the mechanism that raised the table, the plastic wrap tightened. Soon I couldn’t move more than an inch in any direction. The edging then continued, but even slower.

I should have known something was up when coach handed me my uniform pants…but without the normal jock cup. I hadn’t gotten off in about three months so I happily complied and even voluntarily let him strap me down to the table. He then waited nearly an hour before he started to edge me.

I love the moment when the sub realizes the diaper isn’t just for show. That they really aren’t being let out anytime soon. No matter how much they struggle, they’re going to be stuck in the straitjacket and diaper for a very long time. And there’s nothing they can do about it.

My Sir found out Segufix locks fit through the holes in my belt, making it impossible to unbuckle or loosen it. Hidden underneath is a chastity cage, a diaper and a wrestling singlet. I was then sent out of the house to run errands…but only after being forced to drink two large glasses of iced tea.

You have to hand it to Stardew Valley for depicting a small, country town where you can have a gay relationship and even get married...but not a single townsperson calls you a f@&&*# or has any problem with it. Instead, everyone just accepts, celebrates and honors the relationship.

If you go back far enough in time on the internet, there was a site called "Grall & Grimmlok's Football Meat". That site, and me being bullied by HS football players, probably led me to having my major football fetish. These aren't that old. It is me from 2011 in my friend's dungeon in Akron OH.

I’m a fan of compression gear, and when I go jogging I love to wear something tight. I love these olive colored tights, the fit and feel is perfect. I think the unusual stretch panels contribute to the amazing fit.

Back on Thanksgiving 2017 I had a friend and his pup over for dinner. Afterwards he ended up a little incapacitated. I haven’t seen them in a few years and I miss them.

When your muscle jock doesn’t cooperate of course it’s thick diapers and some “quiet time.” @tallglassofoj.org #abdl

I am an avid cyclist, because I love to ride, not just because of the tight spandex gear. Outdoor riding season is a bit behind me now, but here is a shot of me in a skinsuit from a few months ago when it was warmer out. I wear this type of gear to ride so often now it no longer makes me horny. :-(