Folks around the web have been asking for this for over a decade; in fact, a few have tired of waiting for me and created their own homebrew versions!* If you’re familiar with the stories on this site, you may have a very good idea what we filmed yesterday; if not, well, stay tuned for the trailer you’ll see very soon!
*Whenever safe, sane, consensual, and practical, we at PieWorks do suggest you try all this at home!
— by Shokolada —
(I wrote this a long time ago on the instructions of a dominant friend; after reading this, she mentioned that she knew what to do with me next time we met…)
We’re at your house on Saturday afternoon, and have been cuddling and fooling around for a while. You can tell I’m getting a little excited from what we’re doing, and you suddenly get a wicked gleam in your eye. “Strip!” you order me, and since it’s you, of course I do.
You tell me to open a pudding can and make up a cream pie, and I eagerly go to do that as you head out of the room for a moment; you get back about the time I finish. You take out my roll of pallet wrap, and wrap me into a fetal position; my knees up against my chest, my head sticking out of one end of the wrapping and my feet and butt out the other end. Of course, I enjoy it, and when you’re done, you ask me with a grin if I’m comfy. I nod; I’m having a good time so far!
You roll me forward and gently, ignoring my protests; and slip a flared butt plug into me, working it back and forth until it pops in. Rolling me upright again, you unroll one of the 55-gallon bags and, before you shake it out, you use a pair of scissors to cut several 1-inch slits on the folds. Once you’ve opened it, you roll me in, and use a twist tie to close the top, The slits give me more than enough air, but are hard to see from outside. I’m loving this, of course… when you rolled me in, you could see evidence of that between my legs!
Busy month! New job, which means a lot less time to fool around, but does mean the budget for more messy shoots: stay tuned! Until then, he’s a little something from the archives; a picture from a scene with Cinnamon (of “Shopping List” fame) where, after repeated misbehaviors, she had to be taken out and left at the curb 
Sometimes, when you've gotten the day's use out of your submissive, you just have to set them out for collection...
Okay, there’s a little history behind this. I can’t even remember if this was in an old Yahoo group or a chat session, but someone brought up the idea of a kink party with submissives and bottoms all bound in a wiggling trash pile in the corner. What with kinky people being kinky, we had a lot more volunteers to be in the trash bags then we did for people to do the bagging!
Well, anything that sounds possible and vaguely practical is something I store in my head for future attempts at reality, and at a recent party, I had the chance at a beta version of the scene. Check out our little Kinkster Trash Pile!
And yes, they had air holes. You should know that much about me by now!
Oh, one more thing. There’s a very short video of their struggling… all you have to do to see it is register here on the site. It’s free, and lets you leave comments – which you are encouraged to do!
Just over a week from this post, I’ll be heading to Colonial Kink in Williamsburg, VA to present three classes and enjoy myself hanging out with some really hoopy froods. The event’s shaping up to be a blast, and you can learn more by heading to their website at http://colonialkink.com – but in the meantime, here’s my own presenting schedule.
Saturday, 9:00 – 10:30
– Wrapping Up the Scene – Mummification and Encasement –
The ultimate restraint! We’ll discuss binding a bottom from neck to toes or even farther, wrapping and/or packing them for teasing, play, quiet time, or storage; with an emphasis on maximum fun and safety. Stick around for the demonstrations!
The good news is that the search box in the corner is finally behaving the way it should: it searches both in tags and in the body of each post or story. The bad news is that clicking on a tag isn’t correctly doing an automatic tag search, which is an issue with the Graphene site theme. The author is aware of the problem and is working on it.
Until then, here’s a picture of me looking quasi-dominant for once. I’ve been waiting to sit in this chair since I was four; if you don’t recognize it, then I suggest you start looking around Netflix for science-fiction TV series starring William Shatner.
Singer Belinda Carlisle used to run around wearing trash bag dresses. Always knew there was a reason I liked the Go-Go’s.
Hotel room beds tend to look a little different once I’ve gotten them ready for a travel date:
What can I say? I feel it would be bad manners to ask Housekeeping to try to get a gallon of cake batter out of the sheets. Besides, it’s fun sliding around on all that, and I do have a plastic fetish, after all.
Here’s a picture of Rose Tyler sitting on a cake with a male acquaintance! (Okay, so it’s actually Billie Piper as “Belle” in episode 20 of The Secret Diary of a Call Girl. But I can still spin fantasies involving Rose and Jack Harkness, okay?)
It’s a short scene – this is practically all of it. And it’s disappointing that Belle never managed to get almost any goop on her face the whole episode. Still, her expressions are great, and it’s a nice bit of fetish fuel. You know who’s really adorable in the new Doctor Who? Chantho. Even with her face mandibles, she was totally cute.
