New York has a service for every customer, even those who want to be kidnapped. Brock Enright, kidnapping-artist with a degree from Columbia, runs a company that will force you to face your worst fears, gag in place.

It begins with a list of your greatest fears. For a few thousand dollars, Brock Enright’s personalized kidnapping service will make them come true. Your devoted captors might stuff you into a duffel bag and lug your duct-taped limbs to the tarred plateau of a roof or a no-man’s land of warehouses, far from the gloss of Manhattan. In the smeary darkness, they would develop features: a mask with the loose and leathery skin of an old man. Maybe a dirt-encrusted panda suit that stinks like a stale refrigerator. Enright would have consulted your questionnaire, the one where you cited ‘bananas’ as a top-ten terror. He might rub the anxiety-inducing fruit into your skin or toss in some impromptu touches—maple syrup, depilatories, and electric shoe polishers. No two abductions are staged the same way. Your custom-created torture could stop at a code word or drag on for days. Enright and his team of hijackers might strike when you’re zipping to work on the subway or showering in your apartment. After the trauma, which some clients compare to meditation, you may feel relief, exhilaration, or nothing at all. You can always pay Enright for a repeat performance.

The twenty-six-year-old New York artist began his successful kidnapping business for his thrill-seeking buddies, but has since opened to the public. In the past decade, he has pulled off almost forty abductions. Enright videotapes and edits his encounters with obsessive precision, sometimes exhibiting them in small galleries like the Dealership in Brooklyn. All sessions are recorded for legal purposes, though some are kept confidential and locked inside a vault.

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KERMIT SEEKS PIGGY
Date: 2008-04-19, 2:26PM EDT

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Some time ago, I found an original full head rubber Miss Piggy mask, circa 1977, complete with a full head of long blond hair. I am looking for a tall, sexy BBW, preferably over 300 pounds, to wear this mask to bed. She should also be open to playing with plastic wrap and liquid latex. Blonde is best, I suppose, but not necessary. Who knows – for the right woman I might just get a green rubber suit and a Kermit mask.

We have already discussed how the armpit (or axilla or oxter), especially a woman’s armpit, is a primary sexual signalling device. The secretions during sexual arousal are extremely attractive to lovers. Dr. Alex Comfort, in his book, The Joy of Sex, describes the armpit as a cassolet which holds the individual aroma of a woman. He goes on to say that the armpit should under no condition be shaved. It is a part of a woman’s body which should be caressed and kissed.
 
The armpit is also a site for intercourse. When the hair is moist and with the woman lying on her side, her partner can straddle her side and place his penis into her armpit. (…) The woman’s lover will then move his penis back and forth through the silken tangle of his lover’s armpit hair. Because of the large number of nerve endings in the armpit, the woman feels sometimes orgasmic sensations as her lover climaxes in her love nest. The feeling is in some ways superior to vaginal intercourse because the pressure of the arm can vary more so that the vagina.

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The Boner Theory of Economics states that a man will accept $1 per hour less pay if he is guaranteed a boner on the job.

For example, the Boner Theory of Economics predicts that eventually all shoe salespeople jobs will be filled by men with foot fetishes. The only reason it’s not completely true already is that the managers filling those jobs haven’t realized they are overpaying. I wonder how many interviews have gone like this:

Manager: “The job involves kneeling in front of women and touching their feet. Are you okay with that?”

Applicant: “Um…er…yes.”

Manager: “The pay is $10 per hour.”

Applicant: “I can only afford to pay you $8 per hour.”

Manager: “We pay you. You don’t pay us.”

Applicant: “Can we start over with the negotiating?”

The Boner Theory of Economics also predicts that in the long run – perhaps in a few hundred years – the military will be 100% gay men.

Recruiter: “We can’t afford to give you body armor, but you’ll be surrounded by young, vital men who are a long way from home. Would you like a tour of the showers?”

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A retired math teacher from Quebec survived near-fatal sex play at a midtown bondage club in NYC but couldn’t tell investigators how he was injured, law enforcement sources said Monday.

The 64-year-old thrill-seeker had been found turning blue, hanging in a dungeon room at the Nutcracker Suite on E. 33rd St. Friday morning.

Dressed in a dog collar and a pair of women’s high heel shoes, the victim had paid staff at the upscale S&M club $100 an hour to check on him every hour.

“He comes down to visit once in a while,” his unsuspecting wife said when reached in Quebec.

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A kinky sex escapade ended this week with the electrocution death of a Pennsylvania woman and the arrest of her husband for manslaughter. According to cops, Toby Taylor, 37, first claimed that his wife Kirsten was shocked by her hair dryer. But he then admitted that the couple was “into weird sexual behaviors.” Taylor then explained that he hooks clips to his wife’s nipples and “plugs the cord into a electric strip” and shocks her. (…)

He told investigators that the couple had “been engaging in electric shock sex and other types of extreme bondage for about 2 years.”

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A British bus company has apologized to a girl who is led around on a leash by her boyfriend and describes herself as a human pet after one of its drivers threw her off a bus.

Tasha Maltby, 19, told British newspapers she was the “pet” of her 25-year-old fiance Dani Graves. Pictures showed her dressed in black Gothic-style clothing with silver buckles on a silver chain — which the driver of a bus from the firm Arriva took exception to. She told the Daily Mail newspaper Wednesday she was thrown off and told: “We don’t let freaks and dogs like you on.”

“I am a pet,” she told the Daily Mail. “I generally act animal-like and I lead a really easy life. I don’t cook or clean and I don’t go anywhere without Dani. It might seem strange but it makes us both happy. It’s my culture and my choice. It isn’t hurting anyone.”

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portland craigslist > casual encounters > Very Complicated Request, Please Kindly Read!!! - m4mw

Very Complicated Request, Please Kindly Read!!! - m4mw - 35
Date: 2005-02-08, 8:53PM PST

If you are groggy or stoned please do not read this, I need your complete and sober attention, for my request is uniquely detailed. I am a man, 35, white, black hair with brown eyes. Okay, first what I am looking for is a woman primary, but secondary it could be a woman and her man, but the man will have to remain behind the black curtain and only watch through the cut out eyeholes. The black curtain is inside the apartment that I reside in. This apartment is a fashionable studio in the hot part of town, and all my neighbors are graphic artists. So now please kindly listen to my request: what I require foremost in a woman with bushy eyebrows. And they must be TWO eyebrows, because one eyebrow is an abonination against Gaia.

What I want is for the woman to become naked and pose herself before me. I have a carpeted pedestal so her feet will not grow cold. I will present her with a very well preserved Mesopotamian bowl. She will hold it and she must be careful not to drop it as it has to be back at the museum by 8am tomorrow (I am a worker there). Next I will hand her tweezers. Then she will pluck her eyebrows until her forehead is vacant. The eyebrows will drift into the bowl and then I will take the bowl from her and go to my kitchenette. I will then toss a salad into the bowl and mix the eyebrows in it. The woman can decide the dressing, but I have only vinegrette and thousand island. Next I will re-present the bowl to the woman, along with a utensil, and she will then consume the salad while I watch. I may masturbate during this part of the exercise. However, if there is a man behind the black curtain he may not masturbate, and I will know if does because I will hear him. However, he is allowed to fantasize, and then he write an essay on his fantasies before I release him.

After the woman is finished with her salad, I will present her with a Qing dynasty teapot box, which she will open and deficate in. She must be careful with the box as well as it is also from the mueseum and it must be returned or there will be trouble. When she is finished she will return it to me, and I then I will bid her good-evening. That is all. Please send a photo, eyebrows only. I WILL NOT respond to any photos that include anything but eyebrows.

Please, serious inquiries ONLY. THIS IS NOT JOKE. So do not make funny replies to it. I have no patience for impertinence. Good day.

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What would be turn-offs for you?
In my movie I have people who are into sandwiches, into threesomes. And I hate threesomes. I don’t want to be the lettuce in a sandwich. Because if I had a boyfriend, I’m not interested in finding someone else. I’m satisfied with one. Also, Dirt Queens. I’ve never licked the floor. I saw a guy in Hellfire once, back in the days before AIDS. It was a great, great club. It was straight and gay. Celebrities and famous people and ordinary people were having sex at the same time as talking about literature. And I saw a guy there lying on the floor, jerking off without coming, just licking the filthy floor of Hellfire for hours. And all he had on was a dirty, filthy torn pair of jockey shorts. I was shocked, I guess. I had never heard of that particular fetish. But I never got it out of my mind. I guess you use images later in life. I did some research to see what it was called – mysophilia or something. I did read a porn story in which a truck driver made a boy lick all the tires of his truck before he could blow him and that made me laugh.

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It is after midnight on a Saturday at Hellfire, a 20-year-old fully equipped S/M fetish dungeon in Manhattan’s meatpacking district. Most of the naked men shuffling about with penis-in-hand are clean-shaven preppies and Wall Streeters. (…) “I love it up the ass,” says Fidel, a corporate masseuse by day, and grumpy S/M slave by night.

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I find “Hellfire and Khakis” an absolutely horrible article. How patronizing and insulting … and how offensive and totally untrue! I firmly believe both you and Christina Oxenberg don’t have any concept of our leather, fetish and S/M community. (…)

I am Lenny Waller, the operator of Hellfire Club in New York City. Hellfire caters to everyone. We operate according to New York state safe sex guidelines, which strictly prohibit fellatio and anal or vaginal intercourse in a public establishment. We do not allow drugs. We do not sell or give away alcoholic beverages. We comply with all city, state and federal laws. We have a staff of in-scene people who are professionals in what they do as well as genuinely care about our customers. When you enter the club, you pay at the window. With your admission ticket you are also given a set of New York state safe sex guidelines, club rules and scene etiquette. The club rules and state safe sex guidelines are posted through out the club. Our monitors enforce them strictly, as does our security staff.

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Im looking for a JO bud… with a twist… - m4m - 59
Reply to: pers-457918279@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-10-23, 10:59PM CDT

59 yo retired male looking for a discreet bud to meet regularly for JO only. straight guys only no gay stuff. hairy a plus on stomach and chest but please be clean shaven down there. The twist is that I want a bud who can come live with me during storm season so we can go outside and JO during a tornado. My ultimate fantasy is to have us tied with leather belts to pipes like Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton at the end of the movie Twister and have our feet being sucked up into the vortex and while we are doing that we can JO (poss. handjob exchange) to climax into the vortex. Obviously this is impossible and dangerous to attempt so I would be Ok with just JO looking at a tornado. Lets meet up and find out if you are the regular JO bud I need for the job.

no reply without face + dick pics. are you man enough