So what have you been?

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Handcuffs by Pipedream

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A couple of years ago, I bought these at a store near me since they were on shelf for Halloween. For me, these aren't really a "costume-y" sort of addition to my toy box—they're an essential, and at the price they were ($12 there, $10 at Edenfantasys) I thought that they'd be a pretty good buy that would be worth it. Since I've had them for a long time and they've survived quite a few rough sessions—alright, more than a few—I'm pleased with them, but I don't feel that they're the best out there. When wanting a simple, cheap pair of cuffs for either costume or bedroom use, these are perfect; for something more substantial, look elsewhere on Edenfantasys.

Using the handcuffs
Cop scenarios truly do not interest me. I'm not one for roleplay, unless it's dark, mysterious, vampire roleplay (I'm the vampire, not my partner), and even then, it's not too much different from regular personalities. With these cuffs, even though I personally don't like the roleplay usage, they work perfectly for cop scenes or Halloween parties where you plan to dress up as a cop. They're cheap, and if you're only using them for costume reasons, they're great. For bedroom use, they do work well at a low price, but they're not exactly the most attractive or well-made pair of cuffs. If you're a more visual person, a more expensive, higher quality pair of handcuffs would be better.

To use cuffs, out of costume mode and in bedroom/roleplay mode, you put them around your partner's wrists, adjusting each cuff one by one. Hold the cuff open, and tighten it around your partner's wrist, making sure that the cuff slides onto the gear wheel—you should hear a "clicking" noise. Now, use the stop lever to keep the cuffs in place when you're playing with your partner. The basic way to use the lever is, when perfectly adjusted on a partner, move the lever so that it's closest to the STOP—this should keep the cuffs from getting any tighter (or looser for those "Houdini"s out there). Now, enjoy the sensations that handcuffs bring, and when finished, switch off of the stop position and unlock your partner.

Remember to be careful, as handcuffs can become painful after a lot of friction and have been known to cause scarring on particularly fidgety submissives.

Design/Craftmanship
There were some design flaws, however, that lead me to believe that these aren't for use in the bedroom. One is that one of the cuffs does not adjust correctly—you know how handcuffs click into place? Well, one of the toothed gears that makes the cuffs "click" is off track, and every time I've used them, I've had to focus on making sure that the cuff doesn't slide to the side of the gear, because when it does, I cannot open them. I've had to take some tools and readjust the little gear so that it would stay properly centered in the cuffs.

Another is the use of the "STOP" lever on the side of the handcuffs (it's placed right near the keyholes). The stop lever allows the cuffs to stay in place and not become further tightened or adjusted when in use, but this completely contradicts the costume-only idea that I had. And sometimes...it just doesn't work. I don't know if it's something that I've been doing incorrectly for the past few years, but it truly does not work. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. It almost has a mind of its own...scary. When it has worked, I've found it hard to take it out of the STOP position (when in the STOP position, the cuffs cannot be opened).


My last problem with the cuffs are the links connecting them and how they're connected to the cuffs. There are three links between the two handcuffs, but they're not smelted and the edges can easily scratch and catch on skin. They are very strong, but smelted metal is much better, and looks better too. The links are connected to the cuffs by this odd piece that sort of sits on a ball so that the handcuffs can move in any which way the wearer moves. It sort of reminds me of Barbie dolls' heads, where they connect to the neck. Though nothing has happened in my experience with the ball popping out (like I've done on many occasions when I was younger to Barbie dolls) the opening where it sits is just small enough for the ball to fit and not fall out—even so, it worries me a bit.


The handcuffs come with a set of two very pretty keys, each same in design. One of them stays in the drawer with the handcuffs, and the other stays on my keyring with my other keys. They're made of the same metal that the handcuffs are made of (which I'm not sure what metal that is—possibly nickel—but whatever it is, it's very strong and heavy duty and hasn't rusted since I've had them) and are very nice looking; their design is more interesting than what most handcuffs come with.


To end on a good note, let's talk about the overall design of the cuffs, without tearing apart each individual flaw. Though they're not polish-finished, they are very clean and smooth and, quite honestly, look pretty damn good when they're on someone. They are not an easy-on, easy-off style and they don't have the safety feature, which might be a bit scary for beginners, but for the experienced users, it's a joy (and an excitement!). Even without the smelting of some of the metal (and some rough edges here and there), their price really does outdo their flaws.

Size/Fit
Metal handcuffs, I've noticed, don't really come in a "one size fits all" package. This pair of handcuffs has eight different adjustments that can be used, but they really don't fit very large wrist sizes (and when they do, they're a bit uncomfortable because of the shape).

Keeping them in good shape
If they become dirty, wipe them down with a soapy towel and dry. This should clean them thoroughly. Though I'm not sure what type of metal this is, I do know that it's sturdy and doesn't rust! This does not mean, however, that these can be sterilized—I'm honestly not sure if they can be, and I wouldn't take my chances thinking that they could. To keep from the worry, make sure to not cause any cuts when wearing this and do be careful; even though they are costume use and are not the best out there, there still can be bad situations that no one would want to be in.

Extra comments and performance
I believe that the cuffs' biggest downfall is the gear inside one of the cuffs that kept getting off its track. That's what really killed them for me. Aside from that though, they're a pretty good pair of cuffs for their price. I am happy that I bought them, because they were cheap and have served me well over the years. After everything is said and done, they are a good pair of cuffs, and are long lasting, even through rough use.

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Handcuffs by Pipedream
Material: Metal
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Big Spikey Collar by Leatherbeaten

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The "Big Spikey Collar" is my favorite collar for myself. I have a couple of others that I enjoy to wear on special occasions, like my Master collar and a dog neoprene collar that I bought at Target (along with a little collar that I bought for my little girl which she lost, I was so upset), but this collar made by Leatherbeaten certainly surpasses all of my others. I absolutely love its intimidating look and its frightening demeanor; it matches my personality, and it's so well-made that it will still be around throughout my entire life. I am very happy that my favorite sex toy shop provided me with this wonderful collar.

When and where to wear the collar
So, how exactly does one wear a collar of such...dominance? Of course, it's made for a certain type of person, with its extremely long spikes and frightening demeanor. After putting it on, you can wear it a number of different places, and don't take my suggestions as the only places. You can wear it to: clubs, BDSM events, dress-up parties, anime conventions, BDSM conventions. As someone who is dominant, I find it perfect for home use when I feel like dressing up in certain outfits for play, but it isn't something that I'd necessarily wear out. My little girl, however, does love seeing this on me as it fits my personality perfectly.

How the collar's made and what it's made of
The Big Spikey Collar (I love that name...it's really hilarious) is made of a high quality cowhide leather that's vegetable tanned to make it especially taut and strong to hold the heavy spikes. The buckle is a spike design where the spike goes through the adjustment holes over both straps to make a perfect fit. It's a very comfortable collar to wear, and doesn't itch whatsoever or scratch the skin.

This collar's main focus are its nine intimidating, eye-opening spikes. They're made of nickel-plated steel, are about 1 1/8" in length, which is bigger than most designs I've seen, and are very pointy—I pressed my fingers against them and they definitely can do some damage. They'd give a nice sting if you decided to take the collar off and smack someone's butt with them; of course, don't do such a thing without caution. The rivets holding the spikes in place are made of nickel-plated brass; do be cognizant of any allergies you might have.

At a full length of 19" when laid down, the strap accommodates necks sized 10½" to 16½". Within those sizes, there are a total of twelve adjustment holes, six on each side of the strap, allowing you to fit a wide range of combination fits within those measurements. (This is the smaller size that I'm talking about.) The leather that it's made of is extremely firm because of the methods used to tan it; though I personally would have preferred it to be a much softer leather, it is necessary that it's that firm because it holds the spikes straight out and erect—they don't droop at all.

The buckle is actually really aggravating to adjust. The Dauphine collar's buckle is the same design, but since the leather is very flexible on Dauphine and not tanned, it isn't hard to adjust. Because of the Big Spikey Collar's firm leather, the buckle is very difficult to adjust and fit alone. This is not ideal since it is a more dominant collar; to have someone put it on you would be a little odd, if not "off." Adjusting the collar in the front of your neck and in front of a mirror does help and makes it a lot easier.

Packaging, maintenance, and how to store
The collar came in a little plastic baggie, stickered and tagged. You can basically store the collar anywhere and not worry about it, though I personally wouldn't put it in especially damp places. You can put it in a drawer, keep it in a closet, but make sure that it occasionally gets some breathing time. If the collar gets dirty, simply wipe it down with a damp towel to clean it off.

Extra comments and performance
This has become my favorite collar (for myself, of course; I'd never put something of this caliber on my little girl). For as long as I can remember—since I was a young child, actually—I had wanted a collar like this one. High-quality leather, huge spikes, with an intimidating look that's suitable for dominants and fetish-enthusiasts alike; it's an absolutely beautiful collar that's made well. I cannot say enough to say how much I love this collar from Leatherbeaten.

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Collar by Leatherbeaten
Material: Metal / Leather
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This product was provided free of charge to the reviewer.

Eden Café: The Big, Bad Banner Contest

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Hello, everyone. This is just a short post to promote Eden Café's new contest, The Big, Bad Banner Contest. For just adding some of their banners to your blog and posting about the contest on either Blogger, Facebook, or Twitter, you can be entered into the contest for...Njoy products. Yes, that's right—the most beautiful, lusted-over pieces of stainless steel. So go on over to Eden Café to enter to win!

No More Little Girl

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How could daddy be any less pleased than when he's dressing his little one up? Pulling knee-high socks over thin legs, ruffled panties with white and pink lace over her meaty bottom, tiered-dress with puffy sleeves zipped up her tiny back—that's what daddy loves. When he's holding her around her waist, giggles coming out of slightly spread lips, embarrassed little girl, sweet little girl; when he's combing his fingers through that thin, curly hair that only children have, kissing her cheek and whispering, "I love you, my beautiful girl." How could daddy be any less pleased than when she's sitting in his lap, being a good little girl, just playing with her toys on his chest?

Daddy isn't so pleased with her when she says no to him. Defiant, disobedient, bad little girl. How could baby girl forget? How could she forget her daddy, what she means to him? How could daddy be any less unhappy? Little girl isn't being so good; she isn't being so nice anymore. When daddy only wants to hold her, cuddle her, snuggle her, love her, she pushes him away and whines, whines to leave her alone and go away. "I only want to hold you, little girl. Come here, sit in my lap." But no, daddy, she doesn't want to sit in daddy's lap anymore. She's a big girl now, daddy—she wants bigger, better things.

How could daddy be any less happy than when his little girl crawls into his lap, nips at his fingers and nuzzles his hand? He pulls a collar around her neck, presses his lips to her there, and slides two of his fingers into her mouth, her eager tongue wrapping around them, her lips moving against them, sucking him in and out, in and out. Daddy was always pleased when she did that to him, when she made him feel that way. He whispers, "That's a good girl...very good," and she stays in his arms that night, lays her head on daddy's chest and snuggles him, hands clasped around his upper arm, keeping them around her so that she can feel safe.

But little girl doesn't need daddy anymore. What person needs their daddy when they're a grown adult? Going to work every day, she needs no father to control her, no father to give her rules or stupid chores. She's a big girl now, and she tells him that every day, that she's a big girl, daddy, she understands. She's a big girl, daddy, she doesn't need you to tell her that. Pushing him away, slamming the door behind her, she says that she wants to go out and see the world, she wants to experience life without daddy. She doesn't want you holding her hand anymore, little girl doesn't need that. She needs to be alone. Alone. Away from her father, her daddy.

After all that daddy taught her, showed her of himself, she leaves him, picks up her things and says, "Goodbye, you are not my father anymore. Do not call me again, I'm not your little girl." But oh, he is. Daddy will always be her father, like she will always be his little girl. Daddy will always be waiting, no matter how unhappy little girl makes him, no matter how much she pushes him away. Daddy knows that she needs him there, knows that little girl will not survive without him. So he takes her suitcase, her car keys, throws them on the floor and picks her up into his arms, kissing the side of her head as she cries. Daddy drops little girl on the bed, wraps blankets around her body and wraps his arms around her again, never letting go. He kisses her face, her neck, her arms, her ears, whispering to her, soothing little girl so that she'll stop crying. Daddy holds her, and sighs.

Little girl leaves for good the next day. Daddy calls her, every five minutes for the next week, and she never picks up. After a month, her cell phone is disconnected. Five months pass, and he received the new phone book, immediately looking her up and not finding her. He calls mutual friends; they haven't heard from her since before she left. After a year, her stuffed animals accumulate dust. Daddy looks around their home, picking up some things and putting them away, putting all of her toys in a bag to go to charity. Then he sits down on their couch, sighs to himself, and turns on the telly, news report of a young lady who jumped from a building, little girl who committed suicide. Little girl who left daddy forever, never coming back. "Goodbye, daddy," she said, "you'll never see me again. I promise."

Dragon Silk Ankle Restraints by Leatherbeaten

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This is a comprehensive, step-by-step guide to putting on the Dragon Silk Restraints, both the ankle and wrist cuffs. The process works for both, and though I am demonstrating with my wrists, these are actually the ankle cuffs. This cuff set by Leatherbeaten is absolutely beautiful, so I decided that to make your life easier (as many people had said things about them being confusing) by putting it in pictures and writing so that you can enjoy your set of cuffs to their absolute fullest. Have fun, and always enjoy!

First: Place your partner's wrists/ankles in the cuffs, holding both edges out.



Second: Take the cuff, with the side that has the leather strap, and wrap it around your partner. (Imagine your partner's wrist/ankle under the strap, not holding it as I am.)



Third: Now take the other side of the cuffs, the one with the buckle, and put it on top of the side with the strap. Adjust them around your partner, keeping them in this formation tightly. Keep them properly aligned on top of each other.



Fourth: Pull the buckle over, still keeping the cuffs tightly aligned.



Fifth: Finally, pull the strap over the cuffs and through the buckle, tightening and aligning to keep them nice and straight.



And Last: Now that you have put the cuffs on your partner, enjoy their beauty in these cuffs and have a good time with your Dragon Silk Restraints.




I do hope that this helped you, and allowed you to enjoy your cuffs more easily. They are very beautiful cuffs and worth taking some time to get to understand.

Comparing Kinklab's and Spartacus Enterprise's Bit Gags

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This is going to be a quick list so that you can see the difference between the two—each of their good and bad points. The pluses will be designated with a +, and the negatives will be designated with a -. Let's start of with Kinklab's Bit Gag, then we'll finish with Spartacus Enterprise's.

Bit Gag by Kinklab
+Considerably larger bit, length and girth wise (a little over 4" length, 2½" girth)
-Made of a horrible smelling rubber—I've had it for over a year, and it still smells just as bad as when I bought it
-Rubber cannot be sterilized
-Really up-raised seams
+Seams cannot be felt by wearer
+Has metal inserts in the bit where it meets the large cheek-rings
+Cheek rings have large diameter (3")
+Cheek rings are one-piece rings (no edges that might nick skin)
+Has a locking buckle
+7 adjustment holes, each one is perfectly shaped
+Leather straps are about ¾" in width
+Leather straps have lovely rounded edges
+Leather is fairly good quality, suede finish and soft outside
-Leather has no scent

Bit Gag by Spartacus Enterprise
-Much smaller bit (2½" girth, 3" in length)
+Made of silicone, which does have a slight smell to it oddly enough
+Seams are barely noticeable on the silicone
-No metal insert where it meets the rings—makes less noise, but I personally would prefer to have it there
-Cheek rings have small diameter (almost 2½", but not quite)
-Cheek rings are not one full piece; they have a space in them that might snag the skin if moved around
-Lacks a locking buckle
+11 adjustment holes
-Leather strap is 1" in width
+Leather strap has pointed-edge
-Leather has an odd scent
-Leather has a strange woven grain on the inside


Even though Kinklab's bit gag does have more positives than negatives as opposed to Spartacus Enterprise's, it truly is the worse of the two because of that horrid smell of the rubber. Nothing can make up for that (I should have put multiple negatives for that one). Though I like the design of Kinklab's better, the rubber is not something that can be gotten over. Perhaps if they redesigned it in silicone, that would be better—or even just a better smelling rubber.

They're both great gags to have and are definitely worth their prices, but I'm personally still very confused as to whether or not a company will get the design perfect in every aspect. For me, things could be taken from each of these to make a perfect bit gag: the silicone bit, same size as Kinklab's, the cheek rings that are smelted, high-quality leather, a locking buckle, etc.

Blind Jockey Blindfold by Leatherbeaten

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This is not a blindfold to be taken lightly; it's intimidating, hardcore, rough, and not "pretty" like many other blindfolds out there. It's definitely made to go in a dungeon. Even though it does have a plush inside for comfort, it blocks out all vision from the wearer. Leatherbeaten's Blind Jockey Blindfold is a great, well-made blindfold for people of any type, though I do recommended it to people who enjoy harder, rougher BDSM.

How it's used
Blindfolds block out a person's vision; that's what they're made to do. When one sense is taken away, all of the others are heightened, intensified, and made stronger. When wearing a blindfold, a person might have an increased sense of smell, or touch (generally, the sense of touch is the one that's most heightened).  Wearing blindfolds can be great for sensitivity play or teasing a partner.

With the Blind Jockey Blindfold by Leatherbeaten, simply adjust the elastic band at a really loose point, making sure that it's loose enough to fit over your partner's head with a bit of space. Once it is placed on your partner, tighten the strap so that it's a snug fit.  Adjust the blindfold as you need to, making sure that they're comfortable.


Personally, my favorite thing to do with blindfolds is use floggers or ticklers (like my metal chain tickler, freshly taken out of freezing cold or boiling hot water) and lightly run them over my little girl's bum, back, or thighs. Whips work well for this too. There are many ways to tease and please a partner while they're wearing a blindfold, by either using implements or using your body. Add wrist and ankle cuffs, and you'll have a lovely time.

Design/Craftmanship/Material/Size/Fit
The Blind Jockey Blindfold by Leatherbeaten is a very straight-forward, no-games sort of blindfold.  Leatherbeaten has another blindfold design, a silk, less-intimidating, more pretty blindfold that's a complete contrast to this design.  The blindfold has a nice, soft, plush fleece inside with a high-quality, great smelling leather outside to give it a comfortable, but intimidating look.  It's extremely well-made, with only one personal aggravation making it a bit awkward.


One thing that many people will agree on is that the design of the over-the-nose arch in blindfolds is a must for any good blindfold, comfortable blindfold. The absence of one is something that many people don't like (unless it's a satin or silk blindfold—even then, though, it's preferred to have at least some sort of cut-out)—I personally don't at all.  This blindfold by Leatherbeaten does have that comforting cut-out piece, which makes this product a lot easier and comfortable to wear.

Each of the eye pieces are very popped-out and when worn come away from the face, making a sort of cone shape. Though this doesn't bother me personally (it's actually quite functional and makes it so that they do not irritate your eyes), it might be unattractive to some people. Also on the eye blinds are four seams, two on each eye. They are what make the cone shape. On the seams, the threading looks similar to a corseting style and is done very beautifully. What I don't like about the seams, however, is the overlap. On both the inside and outside of the blindfold, there is an overlap at the seams that can brush against the eyes and be uncomfortable when worn.


The Blind Jockey Blindfold is adjusted to fit by an elastic band. It accommodates a wide range of sizes, since the elastic not only can be adjusted, it's also very stretchy and gives a lot. At its smallest and biggest, it can fit sizes of about 17" to 25", not stretched. Since it is a very stretchy elastic, it's very comfortable on the head and movable, not creating any discomfort.

Care, maintenance, and how to store
If any sweat or fluids get on this blindfold, simply wipe it down with a damp cloth with maybe a bit of soap rubbed into it. Of course, this goes for both the fleece and leather sides. After wiping it down and drying it out completely with a towel, leave it out by either hanging it up or setting it down in the open.

Since it is made of leather, it needs breathing time. Let it out for a bit of air every now and then, especially before use, and do not keep it in damp places (like under a sink).

Packaging
The Blind Jockey Blindfold comes in a plastic packaging with a paper insert that says,
"INSPIRED BY JOCKEY MASKS, THIS GREAT LEATHER BLINDFOLD ACTUALLY STANDS OFF THE EYES, MAKING IT IDEAL FOR WEARERS OF CONTACT LENSES, AND EVERYONE ELSE!"
Under this is an Asian-inspired piece of art with a woman wearing the blindfold, laying on a horse, and a man making love to her doggy-style.


Extra comments and performance
The thing that I love most about this blindfold is how much it blocks out. You literally cannot see anything when you're wearing this! It's absolutely amazing. Though it's not pretty or cute, like some of the silk blindfolds that I linked earlier, it's definitely one to be used many times. It looks like something you'd see in a dungeon (my dungeon, in this case).

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Blindfold by Leatherbeaten
Material: Leather
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This product was provided free of charge to the reviewer.

Leather Cuffs by Leatherbeaten

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Through Edenfantasys' sponsor program, Leatherbeaten sent me this wonderful pair of leather cuffs. I was so excited to receive them, simply because everything that I had gotten from them previously had been absolutely perfect in every way imaginable. These cuffs are very simple, very lovely, and truly just a great pair of cuffs. Since Edenfantasys is not carrying them, you can buy them at Leatherbeaten's site.

How they're used
If you've never used a pair of cuffs, then you'll see that they're probably one of the easiest and most simple pieces of bondage equipment to use. You can put them on a person's wrists or ankles, use them as suspension devices, and use them to keep your partner(s) in their rightful place. They're fun, can make sex interesting for every party involved, and are definitely a good addition to any toy box.

These leather cuffs by Leatherbeaten are a buckle-style pair of cuffs that have ten different holes to adjust the size. Generally, the advice that I give to people new to cuff-use is: when putting them on your partner, make sure that they're comfortable, have good communication, and do not make them too tight. If you're experienced, you obviously already know what cuffs are for, and you sometimes don't want your partner(s) to be comfortable.

Since they are made of leather, you may want to think about how tight you make them. Even though they do not scratch the skin, they will definitely leave rug burn marks if the person wearing them is sweating. They also will become uncomfortable and sticky, and the suede side of the leather will need to be let out for air.

Design/Craftsmanship/Material
First, let's talk about the fact that Edenfantasys lists them as a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs. Though they don't come in a pack of both wrist and ankle cuffs, they certainly fit a wide enough range that they can be used for either body part. My personal belief is that these are only made to be used as wrist cuffs. They could barely fit my little girl's ankles, and she's fairly thin—I don't believe that they would fit bodies that are larger.

The cuffs' straps are made of a high-quality leather material that feels great when it's on and surprisingly doesn't itch or scratch when moved around. The suede side of the leather is very smooth, soft, comfortable, and is definitely a turn-on to leather enthusiasts. I certainly loved the smell (it's so intoxicating) and the feel of these cuffs. One thing that is a bit bothersome is the fact that the leather sheds so much. Personally, I don't care about that, but other people may find this to be aggravating.

With nickel-plated buckles and rivets, these cuffs are definitely firm and sturdy. Though they're not hypoallergenic, the metal has a nice weight and the buckles stay in place when moved around. You can struggle in them, squirm in them, try and resist them, and they still will not budge (unless you're Houdini...in that case, they might not). On the side of the cuffs are the d-rings, which have an odd, squared-off shape to them that's really interesting.


Leatherbeaten's cuffs do come with the added clasp. Some of the wrist/ankle cuffs that I've received have not, and it's bothered me a bit since that's the type of thing that I like to keep them together with. This pair does though, and it made me very pleased. It's actually an extremely big clasp, at 4½" in length. It's pretty nice, I've never had one that big.

Size/Fit
Leatherbeaten's leather cuffs have a total of ten adjustment holes that are neatly punched, smooth, and allow the cuffs to fit wrist/ankle sizes of 1½" to 3½" diameters (or 4½" to 9½" in circumference for those who do not know pi). As I said before, I don't believe that it's realistic to call these ankle cuffs, since they just barely fit my little girl's ankles. If you're thinner and smaller, they might just fit you (or a partner) perfectly.  Shown below are the smallest and largest sizes.  Pretty big difference, no?


Care, maintenance, and how to store
Leather can be cleaned by wiping it down with a damp towel and some soap. Though I wouldn't exactly wash the suede side, you can clean it with special suede cleaners that can be found in shoe stores or some department stores. Generally, to keep your leather cuffs clean, make sure that no strange substances get on it and if they do, keep it out to let it dry and get some air.

Keeping that in mind, do not keep your leather cuffs in damp places and always give them space time.

Packaging
As I've now noticed, Leatherbeaten's products don't come in any sort of special packaging. They're very no-hassle types of packaging, that sadly cannot really be saved. Of course, you can keep them for storage purposes, but they're nothing attractive that's really worth keeping. These cuffs came in a plastic package with a paper insert with some interesting comics drawn on it. Don't really know what the cat's there for, but hey, to each their own.

Extra comments and performance
Personally, I love everything made by Leatherbeaten. Their products are so high-quality and simple. Though I do wish that they would put their products in savable packaging that's as nice as their products, I've seen that it really doesn't matter. These cuffs are definitely my favorite pair of cuffs now. And I have quite a lot. So that's really saying something.

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Wrist and ankle cuffs by Leatherbeaten
Material: Metal / Leather
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This product was provided free of charge to the reviewer.

The Diabolo Collar by Leatherbeaten

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This is the collar that I recently received from Edenfantasys through their sponsor program. It's constructed and built by Leatherbeaten, a company that specializes in all sorts of leather products: collars, floggers, harnesses, leashes, whips—you name it. They're absolutely wonderful, I love their products. Leatherbeaten uses high quality leather and has a good track record with customers. Here are a few photos of their Diabolo collar sitting on my pillow and my floor.





For the full review of this collar, do read my Edenfantays review.

A New Toy

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Today while I was out running some errands, I finally found what I've been wanting to get for a long time: a chew toy for my little girl that makes a rattling noise. Almost like a baby toy, one that I can let her play with when she sits in my lap. When I saw it there, sitting on the shelf, its four little sorry excuses for legs dangling, I knew that it was going to be perfect for her.

My little sister asked me what I wanted to name it as I brought it to the cash register. I wasn't actually sure; I really hadn't thought of a name, as I assumed that my Amber would name it herself or wouldn't name it at all. Since it looks like a bit like a jellyfish, my little sister suggested that we name it something incredibly original: Jellyfish. But as I showed it to my little girl when I got home and told her its name, she decided on Jelly.

So this is Jelly, the toy that I bought for my baby girl. It's got four little string legs, tied into knots at the ends, and a soft body with a rattler inside. On the squiggly stripes, the colors are actually a bit paler and softer, but the starry section on the first image is fairly accurate.



We're going to have a lot of fun with Jelly. My little girl was making grabby-hands at me and getting all excited over its sound. The joy of a beautiful little girl; how delightful.

I also bought a lock that supports breast cancer. It's absolutely lovely; rather than the normal metal, it has a rubber pink coating, a breast cancer symbol and it says "Master," as the company's name is that. How coincidental—it works out quite perfectly. I'm sure that it will look great on a collar or chastity belt.

Truly, I need to get a toy chest or something to hold all of my wonderful things. My collection is becoming much too big.

She is My Flower

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I watched her turn the corner on East 36th Street, stupid wretch that she is. You would think that in this day and age, women would know not to walk home from work at night, in the dark. Apparently, they don’t.

Her hair was a dark brown, with faint highlights showered in random streaks, making it look a golden color when she walked past a street light. She wore a suit jacket that hit at her hips, hugged her curves around her waist, and a pencil skirt that had a provocative slit reaching all the way to her ass. I wanted to bite those curves, sink my teeth into that waist. She walked with an air to her that drew me in, intoxicated me. Her scent alone made me high.

What a stupid little girl. She turned around, must have heard me somehow. I’ve never slipped up like that before. So I backed against a wall, out of sight. She had a horrified look on her face, and turned back, continuing down the street, moving a little faster now. I honestly have no idea how anyone could not spot me, except for my movements’ speed. I’m a pretty pale guy.

But she didn’t. No one ever does. And I’m safe, for the time being. I came up behind her, slipped my hand up her thin, pinstripe jacket. She gasped, and grasped her purse, tightening her grip around it. Smirking, I pulled us out of the light, back into the shadows. I pushed a finger to her mouth, and whispered into her ear. “Shh, ma chérie,” I began, spreading the slit in her skirt with my other hand, “if you’re quiet, I’ll make this quick for the both of us.”

“You won’t make anything quick,” she screamed, biting my finger and running from me. I muttered a short 'fuck' under my breath and came after her, obviously too fast for her to truly escape me. I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her to my body.

“You will do as I say and obey me.” I put a hand over her mouth and took her purse from her. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll carry your things for you. I’m quite a gentleman.” I punctured her neck with one of my nails, and she instantly fainted. Then I slung her over my shoulder, racing her to my very “humble” abode.

She woke up in my bed, stretching and blinking her eyes. She looked so sweet and pure…so innocent. I poured us each glasses of red wine, holding them both in one hand. She raised an eyebrow at me questioningly.

“Where the hell did you take me, you creep?”

I laughed and handed her one of the glasses. “You’re in my home. Welcome.” Kissing her on the cheek, I laughed again and grinned. She pushed me away, spilling the wine all over my silk sheets. “Now you’ve done it, missy. You got wine all over my beautiful sheets!” I ripped them off and put them on the floor, glaring at her. “You don’t want to know what lengths it took to get those.”

“I can imagine, weirdo…” Wrapping her arms around herself, she shivered a bit. “I’m a New Yorker, and I’m not going to be taken advantage of.” She pushed me back again and got off of my bed. “Now I’m leaving. Give me my bag and show me your door.”

“No, love. You’re staying here with me until I’m finished with you.” I ran my tongue over her cheek and held her face in my hands, taking in her scent. She gasped, shaking. “I’m going to make love to you and have you as mine.” Trailing a few kisses down her face, I reached her neck, sighing. “You smell beautiful.”

Snarling at me, she slapped me in the face. “Yeah, thanks. Now let me go, creep!” I grabbed her upper arms, gently moving my tongue against her neck.

“I won’t ever let you go.” Pushing her back onto my bed, I met her there, my hands sinking into the mattress at either side of her head, knees spreading her legs apart, making her skirt ride up around her waist. She was wearing a white lace thong. I pressed myself against her, whispering into her ear. “I am going to have you…and take you…and you will be with me forever.” She was still shaking, biting her lower lip. I undid her suit jacket, revealing a white silk blouse. I slid a few of those buttons out of their slits, kissing her breasts. Her bra was the only black article of clothing under her suit. “Tell me your name.” She hesitated, still shivering. “Tell me your name now!”

“Allison. My name is Allison.” She looked into my eyes, the fear detectable in her quivering breath.

“Allison,” I repeated, letting it roll off of my tongue, sucking it back in and swallowing it. “What a beautiful name.” With my index finger, I popped her bra open—a trick easily done when the clasp is in the front—then flicked my tongue over her nipple, felt her body stiffen. “Would you like it if I continued,” I asked.

“No…stop, please.” She dug her teeth into her lip, her body shaking with what I’d like to assume as delight.

I licked my lips and grinned at her, ran my tongue over my teeth. “Well, that’s a shame. You’re very beautiful, Allison.” Wrapping my hand around her breast, I breathed down her neck and pressed myself against her again, rubbing my growing erection against her. “Allison, you’re becoming warm.” She sighed at me in response and tried to push me off of her again, her hands falling weak against my chest.

“Get off of me!” She balled her hands up into fists and punched me in the chest, multiple times. She was a bit strong, but still didn’t do any damage. I laughed a bit and pressed my lips against hers, moving them and sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her fists immediately softened, her hands spreading over my chest, fingertips pressing into my pecs.

My hand instinctively went to her thigh, pulling it up around my waist, her hot body making my erection thicker, harder. I ripped her panties off of her and let go of the kiss, running my tongue over her lower lip. “You taste so good, Allison,” I whispered against her neck, grinning. “You’re warm between your legs.”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes closing. “Get off of me. Please.”

“No.” I reached down and unzipped my suit pants, pulling out my penis and rubbing it against her wet slit. “You’re mine. I’m going to claim you as mine.”

Her hands tightened on my chest as she moaned. “You’re disgusting.”

I laughed in response and slid into her, sinking my teeth into her neck in unison with my thrust. She gasped and dug her nails into me, her eyes opening wide, her legs clenching around my hips. Then she screamed—an eardrum-breaking, glass-shattering scream. It sounded so beautiful. I sunk my teeth in deeper, moved myself in deeper. She ripped my shirt open, grabbed my shoulders, tried to push me back; I thrusted into her faster.

“Please,” she gasped, “you’re hurting me. Please!” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I was too focused on how her blood tasted, how she felt inside. It was infinite pleasure. She started screaming again, and her insides tightened around me, the muscles in her legs flexing at my waist.

I moved myself further into her, drew more blood from her soft throat. Then I swallowed—hard—and withdrew my fangs. I slowed my movements a bit and sighed against her. “But you taste so good, Allison. How can I stop?”

She panted heavily for a few moments, then caught her breath. “You’ll kill me if you don’t. Please, let me go.”

I smirked at her again and laughed. “Well, I can’t have that, now can I?” Then I licked her neck, swallowed more of her sweet nectar, and slammed into her again and again and again. Her body was readying to explode, and her vaginal walls tightened around me, telling me that she needed release. “I’ve made you need to come, haven’t I, Allison?”

She smiled a bit and moved her hands down to my stomach, feeling me, touching me. “Yes…I don’t even know your name though!”

“Stay for me and maybe one day I’ll tell you. Now finish for me, Allison.” She yelped, her moans more like cries, and tightened around me, her thighs shaking, her fingertips frantically stroking my abdomen. I kissed her neck where I had bitten it, lightly, softly, and moved into her once more. I sunk my fangs back into that same spot, shooting my venom into her bloodstream like I shot my come into her body, filling her with my seed as she wetted me with her fluids. Then I sighed, limp inside of her, and stroked her spine with my fingertips.

Rather than cuddling me like I had hoped for her to do, she slid out from under me, pulled her skirt down, then buttoned up her bra and blouse. She coughed, straightened herself, turned to me and smiled. Her eyes lit up, then shut, and she fell back onto the bed, unconscious. I laughed a bit and kissed her forehead, undoing her clothes again and tucking her into my—now our—sheets.

“Silly girl,” I said to myself, cuddling up next to her and stroking her bare body. I whispered into her ear, giving her soft kisses at her earlobe. “Allison…ma belle fille. Tu es la mienne.”

Little Geisha Girl

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Her arms were lifted to the ceiling as I slipped the dress over her body, smoothing it over her curves with my palms and zipping it up her side. She waited for me to do something more, give her something more, but she knew that I wouldn't—I was too focused on dressing her up, my sweet Lolita, my geisha doll. She put her arms down and wiggled her bum a bit, knowing that it wouldn't phase me, hoping that it would.

I bent my head over her shoulder, rubbing my lips against the side of her neck, pulling the sash around her waist and tightening it so that her body arched into mine. I moved my hand down her stomach, spreading my fingers over her abdomen and holding her into me. She let out a soft sigh and shivered a bit. So I kissed her lightly and moved away from her.

"I will not give you anything right now, little girl," I said coldly as I attached the obi to her back. "I don't believe that you deserve it." I turned her around so that she was facing me, looked her body over. "Turn for me. No, a full turn. Good girl. You look beautiful." I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, sighing against the top of her head. "Get out your makeup for me."

She nodded at me, turned around and went to the bathroom. She knew what I was expecting of her. Returning with a brush, smooth red lipstick, powder and liquid eyeliner, she put her things on the desk, standing in front of me, waiting for me to say something. "Good. Now stand still."

I picked up the powder first, brushing her bangs out of her face to cover her completely. Lightly dabbing the puff in the compact, I applied the powder to her face, smoothing it over with my ring finger when I was finished. I moved her bangs back over her face and combed my fingers through her hair. She didn't respond—she just stood there, waiting for me to finish. So I ran the brush through her red lipstick, smoothly loading it with the thick paste and applying it to her lips. Curving over the arch of her top lip, I smirked, watching her mouth turn to a brighter shade. "Blot your lips on this once," I ordered as I handed her a tissue. "Good. Now close your eyes."

She shut them, softly, her eyes fluttering a bit as I outlined her top eyelid. She giggled, shortly stopping afterward, knowing that it wouldn't please me to continue. Making a short wing coming off of the edge of her eyelids, I finished, finally done with my masterpiece. "Open your eyes, little girl." I looked her over as she opened them, my eyes moving over that beautiful little face, that beautiful little body.

I brought her to me, fingertips sliding down her sides, holding her at her waist. Leaving a few kisses at her neck and collar bone, I moved a hand up the dress, slipping my index finger between her lips, feeling her wetness. She sighed at me, wrapping hands around the back of my neck. "You will not have me yet," I reminded, then pushed her away from me and threw her on our bed. After handcuffing her to the bedposts, I smirked. "You stay there, whore," I said to her, as if she would be able to escape.

She started to struggle against the cuffs, yelling after me as I left our bedroom, "Where are you going? Daddy? Where are you going, Daddy?"

"Stop talking, you'll mess up the beautiful makeup that I put on you." I laughed, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Loosening my tie, I undid a few buttons at the top of my shirt, then rolled up my sleeves and splashed some cool water on my face. I returned to her, holding a riding crop and hitting my hand with it a few times. I smirked at her, laughing lowly. "Your little pussy must be getting so wet looking at me like this."

She sighed in response and blushed, confirming my statement. I met her on the bed, trailing kisses up the insides of her thighs, making her shut them in shyness. "Daddy..." I smacked her thigh with the crop, making her squeal and shudder. Slowly, I moved the dress up to her hips, moving between her legs and lifting her thighs up around me.

"You want Daddy inside of you," I whispered into her ear, rubbing myself against her wet cunt.

She sighed at me, turning her head to the side and letting out an exasperated, "Yes."

I groaned at her, moving a hand down to my belt to undo it and my pants. Then I sighed into her ear, kissing her neck a few times and pulling out my penis to rub it against her slit. Again, she sighed at me, letting out a small moan and biting her lip. "Do not mess up your makeup," I warned her, nuzzling under her dress to expose her breasts and flicking my tongue over one of her nipples. She let out a soft noise, trying to move down against me and push me in.

But she didn't. I moved myself away from her after kissing her collar bone, sitting up and pulling her legs up around my waist. She moved her wrists, struggling slightly, and made a scowl at me, stroking my back with her toes. "Daddy...please?"

"Please what, little girl?" I responded by bringing one of her feet to my lips, kissing each of her toes and nuzzling the side of her foot. Giggling, she turned her head to the side, her foot twitching against my face. "Answer me," I murmured near her ankle, kissing her there a few times and groaning.

"Please...please make love to me, Daddy. Please."

"Good girl...very good girl." I groaned against her leg, moving it back around my waist and meeting her body on our bed, kissing her neck and letting the head of my penis graze against her clitoris. She moaned, turning her head to the side and bringing her knees tighter around my body, clenching around me.

Then I slipped into her. Slowly. Softly. I let her feel all of me, angling up inside of her, hitting her in just the right spots. She gasped a few times as I let out a sigh, sitting inside of her, waiting for movement. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her breasts, her insides quivering around me.

"Please, Daddy! Daddy, please!"

"You want me to move into you, beautiful girl," I whispered into her ear, kissing her hair and moving one of my hands up to grab her wrist. She nodded at me, softly moaning at the pressure on her wrist, and I moved out of her just as slowly as I had gone in, the tip of my penis still inside of her. "Good. You make me pleased."

So I kissed her cheek again, smirking, and slammed my penis into her dripping pussy, moving out and slamming it back in. She gasped at me, her body tightening around me, contracting around me, and sucking me in. I moved into her again, more forceful, groaning against her neck.

"Daddy, let me touch you...please, take the handcuffs off, I want to touch you," she whined, moaning between every few words as my erection pumped into her body. She moved her foot to my pants pocket, nudging where the key was and giggling a bit. I sighed, and kissed her neck.

"Tell me why you want to touch me, little girl." I trailed a few kisses down her chest, opening my lips around her nipple and blowing on her. She shivered, gasping quietly.

"Because I want to please you...please, Daddy. Please let me." I put my head down against her chest, sighing, and taking my keys out.

"Alright, little girl. Alright." As I unlocked one of her wrists, she immediately moved her hands down to my abdomen, stroking me with her fingertips and making little smiles. I undid the other handcuff and moved them to the side, pressing my tongue against her neck and rhythmically moving myself into her cunt.

"Daddy," she moaned, spreading her hands over me and slipping them up the back of my shirt. There she grabbed onto me, sinking her nails into my back as I thrusted into her faster, harder. I groaned as I bit down into her neck, arching against her, shaking as she dragged her nails down my shoulder blades.

"Do not do that, little girl." She smiled at me, giggled, and moved her hands to my shirt buttons, undoing the rest and taking it off of me. Then she put her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her and making sweet noises into my ear.

We were both needing to finish. Her pussy clenched around me, her moans getting louder, more like cries. I slammed into her with more force, slid my hands up her thighs and smacked her little tush. She squealed, her knees tightening at my body. "Daddy, please..."

"What, beautiful Lolita," I breathed as I moved my engorged cock into her faster, on the edge of bursting.

"Please, Daddy!"

"Tell me, little girl, what," I groaned, her pussy contracting around me, making me need release.

"Daddy, please come in me!"

"Good girl. Come with me." She screamed my name, grabbing onto my shoulders and sinking her fingertips into my skin, her wet little cunt closing around me, soaking me in her juices as I shot into her.

Then she collapsed under me; limp, exhausted. I stayed inside of her, holding her around her waist and cuddling her, breathing heavily. She rubbed her legs against my back, giggling, kissing the side of my head. I groaned at her, telling her what a good girl she is and she shouldn't make Daddy so tired. She giggled again, and said that she does it because it pleases me.

After kissing her a few times, I nuzzled her cheek, and whispered against her forehead: "I love you, my sweet little girl."

Twenty-five

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“Listen to me. You will do as I say, am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You won’t ever disobey me again. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Good girl. I’m glad.”

Do not move unless I tell you to, do not speak unless you are spoken to, I will tell you when I want to hear you. You are miles away from me, but you will obey me, you will submit to me and give me whatever I tell you to give me. My beauty, my little girl, my slut—you are mine.

“Stand up. Pick up your feet.” I slip the panties over her smooth legs, adjust them at her hips and pluck the side-string just once to make her jump. “Did I tell you to move?”

“No, Sir…”

“Then why did you,” I whisper into her ear, groping and massaging a breast until it perks up.

She doesn’t answer me, but instead makes a light sigh and I can feel her nipple becoming harder between my fingers. I lightly brush my fingers over her, her breast bouncing back every time I do. Her nipples call to me, and I take one into my mouth, running my fingertips down her spine, hearing her gasp, feeling her body get warmer.

Abruptly, I jerk back, letting go of her after becoming fully erect. I click my tongue at her a few times and stroke the underside of her chin. “You tease me, baby girl.” I can see her immediately become defensive as her eyebrows clench together and her lips form into a scowl.

“No I don’t,” she instinctively yells, and I spank her ass in response, correcting her. She cries out a bit and stumbles forward into me. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You’re such a good girl…” I say to her, my voice evidently dropping a few pitches in my need. My gloved hand strokes one of her ass cheeks, soothing the mark that I just made. I lower myself to my knees, now stroking both of her ass cheeks, and kissing her thighs. She gasps at me, and I move my kisses further into her crease, my fingers slipping under her thong, stroking her shaved lips. I kiss her there, and tell her that I’m pleased with what a good girl she’s being for me. She nods and bites her lower lip.

I stop and tell her to get on her elbows and knees, and she complies, saying, “Yes, Sir.” I walk over to her, adjust my leather gloves, and lightly kick her knees to spread her legs further apart. After choosing a flogger and hitting my hand with it a few times, I trace her back with its tails. “How many do you think you deserve, slut?”

“Fifteen, Sir…”

“No. Twenty-five.” After rolling my shoulders back, I tighten my grip on the handle, smirk a bit, and send one stroke right into her cute ass.

“One, Master,” she manages out after squealing and jerking around. I correct her, and she obeys, staying still. Each lash of the flogger I make more intense than the last, her tush becoming more red, her fluids dripping down her thighs. She continues to count, each time more pained, more exasperated. Finally, we’re at twenty five.

I kneel down behind her and brush her rouged bum with the tails, laughing lowly. She sighs at me, not moving. “Please, Sir…,” she begs, keeping her head down, her position unfaltering. I put the flogger down and give her ass a light tap and rub, then bend down to kiss her. She gasps at me, and I get up again, ready to give her the final blow.

“You’ve been a very good girl. I’m pleased with you.” Then the flogger makes a hissing noise as I bring it down against her, and she counts one last time, crying out and thanking me. Again, I lightly stroke her back with the tails, and bend down behind her. I pluck the string of her thong and she winces, gasping a bit. I lick her there, soothing her.

“You are such a good girl…” I whisper against her ass, rubbing her with my cheek and hands. She sighs in response; I stroke her cunt. Slowly, I slide two of my fingers into her, and kiss her curved back. “Now, I’m going to make love to you.”

Introduction

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Allow me to first introduce myself. On Edenfantasys, I'm known as Sir, but more formally, you can call me Mr. Monaco or Sir Lucias. Sir is also just fine. I am well versed (I'd like to think) in making love, and I made this blog not only for reviewing products that I have, but also telling of experience and posting some writing that I've done (yes, I happen to be a writer). That includes erotica (sometimes) and anything else that I've put together.

I am a fetishist/kinkster/freak, quite extremely actually (I tend to prefer the term "into non-vanilla play"). I honestly surprise myself at times because of how much of a little bastard I am.  My parents were switches actually, and my uncle is who I get most of my traits of BDSM from, though there are places that I go that he would not dare even take a peak at. I've realized my love for BDSM since a very young age—I remember being five years old, going into my uncle's workshop and taking out his leather scraps just to inhale their scent. I was bound to be what I am today.

I am a Dominant male, and I tend to be in relationships with little girls or baby girls (yes, I am a daddy; at the moment, I have a daughter). I have been with slaves in the past, but have found that being a father is more of what I am as opposed to just a Master and Owner, though I do own my little girl. I love being this way—I cannot imagine not being like this. I have a Fetlife account, mainly to get more involved, perhaps meet people along the same wavelength as myself. I am not interested in play partners whatsoever, for either me or my little one. Almost everything that I am into is listed there.

Also, everything that I own can be found on this post.

If you have any questions, email me at: ldmonaco@hotmail.com
or write me a comment here. I'd love to hear from you.
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