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CB6000 Wood Grain Finish

The creators of the famous CB line of chastity devices has released a new Wood Grain Finish for their CB6000. The CB6000 is the latest in their line of chastity devices. The great thing about the CB line of products is you can use their numbered plastic locks if you have a sub that needs to go through metal detectors.

I tried contacting the creators of CB6000, but they didn’t respond. Just wait till my blog becomes huge, and they’ll regret it then.  Just take caution of the wording “Wood Grain Finish”. That likely means that it uses some type of coating to achieve the “Wood Grain” look. The pros of this is that you don’t have to worry about splinters or easy breaking, but it does lose some of it’s designer appeal.

This seems to be a little bit over the top to me and probably targeted towards straight women locking up their men. Maybe it’s just me, but I would rather see one that looks like a dirty jockstrap or a tire. I want it rugged looking, not like my sub should be sitting up on a museum pedestal 24/7.

They have a link to it on their website, but I haven’t seen the product sold elsewhere yet.

Cuddling on the Wild Side is here to share experiences, knowledge and stories with those interested in learning more about the kink world. Well, that, and get you all hot, bothered, horny and hard. While I try to provide the best content I can, with the help of some other contributors, we are able to make Cuddling on the Wild Side a better and more informative blog – providing you with different perspectives from tops, bottoms, doms, subs, old guys, young guys, veterans, and newbies. Over the next couple weeks I’ll be posting bios of all the contributors, and get bios from any future contributors and post them. Here’s mine….

Wandering around the Folsom Street Fair 2008 hanging with my friends

Basics – Age, Location, etc.

I’m 25 yrs old and currently living in Austin, TX, but I’m really a midwestern guy from the frozen tundra of Minnesota. Who knows where I’ll end up. Right now I’m working as a web programmer, but have a degree in Graphic Design and German Studies. Maybe I’ll move to Germany some day

What role do you generally take? Top/btm? Dom/sub?

I’m not big on fucking, but pretty versatile when I do, but definitely way more Dom here. I’ll sub on occassion, but I’m a picky sub. So do what I tell you

What got you started or interested in the kink world?

I can’t think of any specific event or thing that got me interested in the kink world, but there is one thing that has helped me explore it immensely. That is the wonderful world of the internet. It’s helped me find some of the hottest, dirtiest, nastiest porn that gets my cock raging hard. I’ve also found and connected with many other equally kinky guys via the help of the internet.

What are you most into?

The top of my list of kinks is CBT and TT as a Dom. To be honest though, there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do as a Dom. What really gets me going is inflicting pain and watching the sub react.

What do you hope to be able to contribute to Cuddling on the Wild Side?

My goal is to be able to share all the things I’ve learned and continue to learn with the rest of the world. My hope is that every reader will take what I have to say and combine it with what they’ve learned and experienced to make the best possible choices. Then there is also just getting people all hot and bothered from reading about some of the things

Favorite porn(s):

Bodybuilder B&D by Shotgun videos, as well as most of his other videos. Then you have almost everything by AlphaMale Media, Raging Stallion, and some of the Colt videos.

What else should everyone know about you?

I’m pretty much an open book and will always be honest, so if you have any questions or constructive feedback, please let me know.

Found this vid over at Twisted Ramblings. While most of my posts tends towards the muscle meat, I wanted to share a little bear love with y’all.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uUcKF9i5XQ[/youtube]

The whole Witch’s Son Series so far

“I will not be a Luddite because you women choose to disdain all things electronic! I have 3 papers due next week alone and I’m not about to sit down with a quill to scratch out a missive to the mistress. Do you remember what century this is?”

“You’ll show respect, man-child!”

“Gran, really? Man-child? I’ve been in this house as your grandson for 16 years. Will you please not speak to me as if I’m some sort of shocking abomination?”

“You were a shock!“

“I know. I’d think you’d be used to the idea of a grandchild with a prick by now.”

“Such language!”

“I’ll just ask mom.” She’d tell me no again but I’d still ask. I’d been trying to get a laptop since the start of school a month before. Having to use friends’ computers who were working on the same papers as me at the same time was not working. We had the money but these old women believed that magic and technology couldn’t co-exist. That I was using a computer in a room filled with computers everyday was of no interest to them because they thought my being male meant that I had no connection to the threads of Light that only they could perceive. They thought this because of how few threads connected to me, they said. I was like all the other people walking around blind to magic. I didn’t know then how it was possible that I could do what I could do with magic without them knowing but I was glad that it was how it was. They looked fairly normal but the old crones were powerful beyond imagining. I needed to stay shrouded.

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As with all things, communication is the key. Make sure it’s open two-way communication. (That means no gags at first…)

Check out other Whipping Post questions.

UPDATE: Check out the comments for some  great advice frome Moby.

If you’ve been out at gay bars and events for long enough, or just in the right crowd soon enough, there is a good chance you’ve seen someone with a hanky or bandanna in their back pocket. The color of that hanky usually has a meaning. If you’re on a ranch or a similar situation, it’s probably just meant to be a bandanna, so ignore everything below. Check out our Hanky Code Guide for a comprehensive and easy to use guide. These same colors apply other things like leather armbands, piping on pants and jock straps. So next time you wear a red jockstrap to a leather bar, you might want to check out what it means.

The origins of the Hanky Code:

It all began back in the early 70′s with an article in the Village Voice. The Village Voice is an alternative paper that has been published in New York’s Greenwich Village since 1955. They published a story saying that gays in the bars in the village would have an easier time picking each other up if there were a better system than keys left and right. They suggested going to the surplus store at Christopher and Washington and buying the Levi bandanas. There were only a few colors suggested: red, navy, light blue, green, and black; because that was all there was for sale in that store at the time. The article was meant as a joke, but the community took it to heart. Shortly after that bandanas started to appear in back pockets all over the Village. Over time, more colors were added and use of the “hanky code” spread beyond New York. [source]

The Hanky Code can be a very useful method for finding out what a person may be into. The problem is just like Tea Leaves, it’s all up to the interpretation which can easily be very different from what the flagger intended. One example is an orange hanky. This will generally mean “up for anything”, but does that mean in the left pocket they are a top and the right they are a bottom? Or does it mean that in the left they are “up for anything” and in the right they are not looking?

The other issue I have with the Hanky Code is that just because someone is flagging for something, doesn’t mean that’s the only thing they are interested in. So even if someone is flagging red, for fisting, that doesn’t mean they might not be up for some CBT play or watersports. Also, just because they are flagging right, doesn’t mean they are only a bottom. It may just means that’s what they would like to find that night. They still may find you interesting enough to go home with even if you don’t match their flag.

The great thing about the Hanky Code is that it can strike up a good conversation. If you see someone flagging, even if you know what it means, it allows you to walk up and ask them, “I see you’re flagging blue, that’s for fucking, right?”. Then later you can ask “So, what else are you into?” You might not want to start with those lines, but you could go there pretty quickly.

Check out our Hanky Code Guide for a full run-down of all the different colors/materials/etc.

The group is called Unit 911, their song called “Give it to me”, and their music foscuses on the dark and dirty, especially cops, uniformed men, and leather. WOOF, I know… right. It’s a fucking HOT music video!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTmvZtYRGrA[/youtube]

Go to YouTube and check out the High Quality version.

My mother was a witch. Her mother was a witch. Her mother, too, was a witch. The women in my family have been witches for as long as there has been a family. Each woman has had only one daughter and has never kept a man longer than needed for conception. On the day of my birth, my grandmother and great-grandmother cast the circle into which I would emerge. They were excitedly awaiting the continuation of a tradition, of a lineage. They were not expecting me to be born a boy.

The women grieved for years as if they had lost a member of their family who’d been with them for a lifetime. They looked upon me as if I’d somehow intentionally thrown a wrench into the gears of their most intricate plans. My Gran and Great-Gran faulted my mother. It had been part of her earliest training in magic to enable herself to only conceive of a daughter. My Grans’ scrying throughout her pregnancy had consistently delivered the message that I was a healthy, baby girl, however. There was no precedent for any of this in our lengthy and detailed family history.

Doing a little levitation practice with my mother.

Even through my mother’s bitterness at having bore a son. she secretly taught me magic. My Grans had forbidden it. They felt that a “man-child” not only shouldn’t, but couldn’t know of or practice magic properly. My mother took secret pleasure in my natural aptitude for all things arcane. She still tells me the stories of my correcting the spells that she was teaching me for the first time and of how quickly I moved from the crutch of spellcasting into advanced practice. I suppose that the most evident show of skill that I showed was my keeping from my Grans not only that I had magic but that I was a boy before even being born. While I was the first male born into our family I was not the first conceived. My Grans blame their failings upon my being gay and confusing the magic with my very being. My mother has a differing opinion. I believe she is right. She holds it as truth that I was blessed from my first blinking into existence because my father was no mundane sperm donor. He had an understanding and command of magic that had dazzled my mother into defying her mother and producing his offspring.

Being born into such a fucked up life in a world that isn’t so great itself could have made me a bit fucked up myself. While some people in the ‘magical community’ are just misfits trying to connect with other misfits and people walking through the motions of spells, my people are natural witches. We walk the wheel of eternity and we move magic in our lives and through the lives of others. There are rules, of course. We follow them. The rules that your average new age bookstore kitchen witch knows, however, are not the rules that govern our existence. Those women would never dream of aborting a child for being male. That is just the tip of the iceberg.

For all the unscrupulousness of my family, however, I have been pushed the other way. It is a relatively odd thing for rebellion to make you do what is right but that is how it has gone thus far. Life is an interesting thing.

I record this telling of my life not because I think it terribly interesting or of great import. I record this telling because there are other men, like me, who have stumbled through life learning less than they should from where they should learn it. Perhaps this telling will help them move forward more smoothly than I was able to do. May my mistakes be the foundation of your understanding.

A note on organization: I have scratched out these tales through the years. I have arranged them mostly in order of my gaining new magical skills or on the ways I have learned to be of service not only as a witch but as a person of power. That power comes not only from my ability to impact the perceived reality but from my having made a decision to hold up and encourage others as they work to change their own world. Some of the stories, admittedly, are revealing and sometimes steamy. A life without love is a life half-lived. I have lived my life thus far and continue to do so. Love shows up in many ways and for differing lengths of time. This does not change that it is love. Blessed be.

Excerpt from part 2:
“…let his fingers slide into every ridge between his abs. He squeezed his own biceps. He molested his pecs like he was afraid…”