Well, maybe, but it's worth a try. I've been thinking about making a hobby a business for a little while and a couple of months ago struck on an idea to make (yes, make my own!) hemp rope and sell it to kinksters. Since then I've been sourcing materials and experimenting on techniques to make the best hemp rope for bondage I can. I've also been setting up the company proper which is a major pain in the ass (and not in a good way) which has frankly occupied more of my time than manufacturing!

The website's not quite ready and I'm still waiting on my merchant ID so that I can take online payments, but still, things are nearly in place now.

If you want updates come follow us on twitter at @warpedrope as there'll be some special launch offers for my twitfucks :)

Important: I Am Not A Lawyer, although I do have a penchant for sexual legislation in general, and I don't think that any slave contract would stand up in court (in fact there was a divorce case in which a slave contract featured - personally I wouldn't like such a thing aired in public!).

A lot of people in a D/s relationship (and I use the term to encompass every variety) don't feel the need to have a written contract, and that's great. Some people may want to use a slave contract as a temporary tool so that a weekend scene can be conducted with boundaries, or as a gift between people that don't normally have a 24x7 D/s relationship. You might also use it in a State where same-sex, polyamorous or alternative partnerships aren't recognised. In this latter case you will probably also want more legally-solid documents in place like a will and power of attorney - consult your solicitor :)

The things I think you should cover:

1. Terms
   Define yourselves (which can be tricky) so are you boy & Owner, slave & Master?
2. Duration
   How long is the contract for? Open ended or temporary (set start and end times in that case)? Who can break it (and how - safeword)?
3. Scope
   Where the D/s situation can take place - public and private or just at home? Ultimately most subs have to work and have a vanilla life with friends & family who may not understand a slavery contract. Maybe you can have a trigger word? Should the submissive wear something to mark them as property, e.g. a locking collar or chastity.
4. The submissive's roles and duties
   What are they responsible for? Housework, running the household (bills, shopping), cooking, laying out the Master's clothes, maintaining toys etc.
5. The Master's responsibilties
   Keeping the submissive safe and well (physically & mentally), the sub's attire, deciding on hairstyle and body modification.
6. Sex
   Is the sub free to play with others? If so, what restrictions (safe sex, asking permissions etc.)? Can the Master include others? Is it the duty of the sub to find others? Is the sub permitted to orgasm by themselves (again, chastity required)? What scenes are acceptable and what are not?
7. Property
   Does the sub give away their belongings to their Master? Does their body become their Master's property?
8. Punishment
   What circumstances will the submissive be punished and what form will the punishment take (spanking, caning, cage time, orgasm denial etc.)?
9. Volition
   Both parties should sign and it should be witnessed if this is a major life changing contract leading to 24x7 slavery. A video interview might be also be useful.

I guess it has something to do with the cold remedy I took before bed last night, but I certainly had one of the most lucid dreams I've ever had. It's partly inspired by a recent boundgods scene and an unfolding story on Metalbond's blog.

It all starts with me in a straight jacket and chastity device being left in a padded cell. Not sure what I've done, but I probably asked for it :) Every so often my jailer comes in, flips me over and works ever larger plugs into me. As the mood takes him, he fucks me then replaces the plug trapping his cum inside me. I'm not sure how long I've agreed to be in this situation, but it's certainly many hours, if not days. To keep me well, there's a hydration tube (like the ones you get for walking/running) through the cell door that I can just reach and take drinks from.

Nature takes its course and I need to piss. My jailer leaves a metal bucket for me to piss in but I can't go  as I'm hard and straining against the cock cage. I'm tied against the back wall and the cage removed. A catheter is inserted, but the scratchy pain makes me go soft allowing the cage to back on - I instantly try to get hard again. One relief is seeing my piss fill up the cath bag next to me. I keep drinking and keep pissing. Eventually the bag is full and my jailer seemingly takes it away, but little do I know that the next time I take a drink from the hydration tube it will be piss. I'm recycling!

Some time later, probably at night, my jailer returns and hoods me with a leather bag-type hood. I can't see anything but the smell is intoxicating. I'm stood up and I'm forced to put on what feels like a tight jockstrap and some boots. I'm lead out of the cell, down a lift and into an underground car park where I'm bundled into the back of a van.

A drive later and I hear the van door slide open and I'm hauled out into the night(?) air. I can feel a breeze round my bare ass and I feel pretty vulnerable. Suddenly I'm inside a stifling warm building in which I can hear music and the faintest whiff of piss and poppers. The hood's rapidly removed and I recognise myself as being in The Backstreet, but not before I'm roughly bent over the bar and roped in place. For some bizarre reason it's Ben In Leatherland doing the tying which I'm very happy about :) I'm stretched and vulnerable and the clientele all line up to take turns pounding me.

At the end of the ordeal, untied, but still caged, jocked and straightjacketed, I'm pushed out into the night streets.

Some notes: It's taken ages to write this all down as every time I finish a paragraph I'm left with a huge boner that has to be dealt with. I'm also definitely not advocating barebacking with a club full of strangers! If you wanna do the rest to me though, drop me a line!

I've added a blogroll fed from my Google Reader shared items . You can follow it via Atom or friend me on reader itself.

I'm a big RSS fan (in some ways it's better than twitter, but hey, I like both) but I've recently split out the naughtiness from a vanilla reader account into a new one so I hope to share a bit more filth this way.

We spent a nice few days in Berlin at The Hoist Basements which has a huge basement dungeon, so I've posted up some pics for you in the gallery.

I'm going to write up a summary shortly of all the playroom apartments there are in Berlin as we've stayed in a few now!

So, a great couple of weeks in California including a day out at the fantastic Folsom Street Fair with the very lovely Korbz and his Daddy. Met up with several great people from online (see, who says Twitter, FaceBook and Recon are just for online relationships) and did some touristy stuff too.

It was crazy busy (nearly 500k people apparently) and very hot, especially in rubber :p Bit disappointed that "lewd behaviour" was banned this year but it was still kinda fun to play a bit in scene outside with lots of people watching. Did get a few photos and plenty of people took them of us, so if you spot any, send 'em over!

Sadly I didn't manage to find a fire hydrant on the street (I was looking for red, doh) but I did find one later :)

Next year I think we will go to Folsom Europe in Berlin, and maybe you'll see us out and about on the scene a bit more before then. *wags*

Well, second I suppose (the first was just some solo stills) and that's ignoring this site too :) I answered a call from a friend on Twitter and thought a couple of days filming would be good fun. I won't give out any detail but I have to say how impressed I was with the professionalism and organisation of the shoot - right  down to sexual health screening, model rights (including a safe word anyone could use at any time) and the general attitude of everyone towards safety.

I'm really glad I did it as it showed me how these films are actually made (they are genuinely hard work) and I was able to meet a great bunch of people that I'd be very happy to work with again.

It has got me thinking that this is an interesting new career, albeit one in which I'd be happier behind the camera instead of in front of it.

Some new pics in the gallery for you. I really enjoyed the asymmetric bondage; feels a lot different to just being bound up normally especially as I got to swing around a little. The hemp rope harness is all one continuous length. It's really amazing work and I'm very lucky to get to play with him.

Is it just me or do you get more toppy the older you get? My owner and I do swap places from time-to-time and I enjoy tying him up and teasing him as much as he does me.

This afternoon I lashed him to a chair in the kitchen and left him to complain whilst I watered the garden (and him). Then we moved upstairs and he was unusually happy about spending time in the cage. He eventually begged to cum and I asked him why I should let him; to which he replied "reciprocation".

Fettered Pleasures kindly made me up a very lovely blue soft leather puppy collar. This was the last the leather too so I shall be a fairly individually dressed pup. I think it's very cute :)