The title of this guardian article certainly doesn’t bury the lead – ‘After cleaning a 91-year-old’s bondage gear, I couldn’t look at him the same way again‘. On one hand I can only hope to emulate the gentleman’s stamina and perseverance. Age should not be an impediment to kink. On the other hand leaving sex toys out for someone else to deal with is a touch skeevy. My mother used to be a cleaner when I was a young boy, and I’ve lots of respect for anyone dealing with other peoples mess. People who embarrasses others unnecessarily, not so much.
I’m afraid don’t have any images of nonagenarian’s in bondage. Oddly enough they’re not a big part of the kinky porn scene. Instead you’ll have to settle for this bondage shot from TS Seduction. I like the combination of ropes, head bondage and torn suit. I’m guessing it wasn’t an Armani black label.
Years ago we had a cleaning service. They were supposed to clean every over other Thursday. We always pick up the clutter before they come over so they can actually clean and make sure nothing is out for them to see.
We had a great scene one Tuesday night and had to work early the next day so we planned on cleaning Wednesday evening. We came home Wednesday evening to find our house clean and the items form our scene left out but in a neat pile. They came on the wrong day and I was mortified…
That would certainly have been horribly awkward. Not your fault, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Although as the article makes clear, if they’re full-time cleaners working in a variety of different places, they’ve probably seen all sorts of strange things.
To be fair to the guy mentioned in the article, it wasn’t clear he did it deliberately. So maybe he felt equally mortified afterwards š
Thanks for dropping by to comment,
-paltego
Happened to me a couple of years ago. Mom was over for a short holiday. I was the kitchen, turned around and there she was, leaning against the doorpost … all teeth from ear to ear … chuckling … predatory …
She: “Yours?” showing me my collar, the leash and a pair of handcuffs she had been hiding behind her back.
Me: “Uuuups … busted!”
She: “Between the cushions on the couch … These among the reasons for the success of your relationships?”
Me: “Yeah … among others.” No point in denying; Mom always spotted fibs and porkies light years away before they could be delivered.
She: “Care to come clean?”
So I gave her the shortened and sanitised version of how Bob and I first discovered spanking, how we set out to reinvent the wheel(s) of bd, ds and sm (we had no interweb then), how Titia got involved and of some of our journeys together through Kinkystan.
She was fascinated, was Mom. Never grossed out; not even a tiny little bit. Just a wee bit sad; such vast stretches of erotic possibilities she and Dad never thought of exploring; in spite of their very happy, frequent and enthusiastic sex life together.
Glad you’re back on-line, paltego.
Ha. That’s funny. Glad your mom was so interested and open minded. I can’t imagine having that conversation with my parents. They’re lovely people, but I think they’d find it just too weird.
-paltego