I like to repost this how-to that Jocasta wrote up for me a few years ago – I don’t own a strap-on harness. This is what I use, and its great!

Loop the working end through the bight. We just made a lark’s head. It is one of the most common knots you’ll make. Don’t tighten it, we need it loose enough to fit more rope.

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Well, well, I’m such a lucky girl. I got a brand new Aslan Leather ball gag from the lovely people at Babeland, and they sent me a second one to give to one of you guys.

I love Aslan Leather. The products they make are pretty, and functional. I’m looking forward to hitting my target weight and getting myself one of these babies, with holster!

Anyway, the ball gag. I. Love it. One of the things that always kind of made me go ‘ick’ about ball gags was cleaning them. Even if its a one-person toy, how do you clean the ball? And how do you do it without, say, damaging the leather?

The folks at Aslan figured it out – they made a ball that is detachable. A strip of leather goes through the ball, and snaps to itself around D-rings that attach to the buckling mechanism.

I like this for many reason – the snaps can work as a quick release, to get the gag off quickly. The ball can be removed from the leather bits and, as its silicone, it can be boiled to clean it.

The silicone is also flavourless, unlike some rubber ball gags I’ve experienced. (And yes, I did try this gag on myself. Its a nice, gaggy size, and silicone is soft to bite into!)

Anyway, I enjoy this gag, and I want to give one to you guys! So, here’s how to get it – tell me a joke. Make me laugh. Gags for gags. It can be a riddle, a limerick, a story, a really funny picture or comic. If its about sex, so much the better!

I’ll pick my favourite 5 gags, and put them up for you guys to vote on!

I’ll be accepting submission starting today, 3/3/10, and ending 3/15/10 (Beware the Ides of March!)

We met at Dark Odyssey: Summer Camp, and amazing wonderful things happened. We met, and fell in love.

Now today I am collaring him. We have written a contract to sign, designed a small ceremony, and in front of our friends at Dark Odyssey: Winter Fire, I am collaring him as mine.

Anon will no longer be known as ‘Midnight Anon’, but as Anon Blackheart for as long as he is in my service and wearing my collar.

Anon is like no other I’ve ever met before. I love him with everything, and together, we are magic.

Its going to be a fun, interesting, and dead sexy journey.

As many of you know, when I wear jeans, I often flag. I’ve got my red hanky all nicely folded and ready to slide into my left back pocket.

Just in case. Because you never know when or where you might meet someone who knows what it means.

From what I understand, the hanky code used in flagging developed out of gay bar/leather culture back in the day. Whenever that day was.

From what I’ve seen, it seems most prevalent now in gay/queer leather/kink/bdsm culture. Mr. S Leather carries a variety of different coloured hankies, as well as leather hankies, for the discriminating pervert. They also have striped wrist and arm bands that can be used for flagging, but the colour selection tends to lean towards three biggies – red, blue and yellow (fisting, fucking and pissplay).

I see flagging occasionally at sex events I go to, and I know individuals who flag, but on the whole, its not as common as it was (that is, if it was ever as popular as we like to think) . Usually people don’t  notice my hanky (I flag red on my left, for fisting top) and assume its just a fashion thing. Its fun when people know what its for, even if they don’t like getting fisted.

Last summer, I was at XES in Chelsea, having drinks with school friends when this adorable little Chelsea boy bounced over to me and said

“Oh my god, my friends over there say that the hanky in your pocket totally means something! *bounce* Does it?!” (he was quite exhuberent!)

“Well, yeah! A red hanky means I like fisting, and in the left pocket, it means I’m a top.”

“OMG! NO WAY!” *bounce bounce* (like I said, a very exuberant young man!)

“Way! I totally analy fist boys.”

“OMG, NO WAY….really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Oooooh! I have to go tell my friends!”

He ran back across the bar to his waiting friends, and they huddled. I can only assume he told them, because a few minutes later there were a bunch of wide eyed little boys staring at me across the bar. It was so cute. I think I scared them a little.

There is a moment, a glorious moment, in anal sex, where everything just…opens up.

There is a moment when something switches in the person you’re with, where there is a perfect moment of trust and relaxation. When their ass opens up to your, and in that moment, they are totally yours.

For me, it is a moment when I feel the person I’m fucking trusts me implicitly, enough to actually give me their ass.

It is at that moment that I am completely in my element, and riding a beautiful edge.