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SURVEY RESULTS: Which of the 9 Degrees of Submissive are you?

Thank you to ALL who took part in this survey. It was anonymous and I think this helped people answer honestly.

So, the results are in......And maybe there are some surprises in the results? 

Discussion perhaps?

The outright non-submissive masochist or kinky sensualist   6.6%

Pseudo-submissive non-slave   3.3%

Pseudo-submissive PLAY slave  10.0%

True submissive non-slave   16.7%

True submissive PLAY slave    30.0%

Uncommitted short-term but more-than-play semi-slave   6.7%

Part-time consensual but REAL slave   13.3%

Full-time live-in consensual slave   6.7%

Consensual total slave with no limits   10.0%

Bobby & Miss Becky

Bobby and Miss Becky

4.8.12

It is 2:30 in the afternoon here, and I am complying my duties, awaiting Miss Becky's return. It is very much like waiting to be whipped-- an intoxicating cocktail of anticipation, excitement, fear, and dread. My hands tremble when my mind fixes upon what is certain to come. Your eyes shall feast upon the result...

4.8.12

Tonight's torture:

I've been instructed that tonight's is the night-- I will be released from the confines of this cage, BUT ONLY long enough to insert a PrInce's Wand (a diabolical sounding tube) into my urethra, and then it will be locked in, for however long it pleases Miss Becky. The wand is thick and has a ring at its top that secures it snugly under the glans. I have been told this now, several hours before my passage through this new gate of Hell, so that each passing moment will increase anticipation and dread. Would it please your eyes to see evidence of this torture?

In humiliation,

5.8.12

Miss Becky was pleased with the diabolical result-- after the probe was secured, I was made to lie down and bound. She massaged my testes, pubic area, and anus with a vibrator, bringing my locked cock to an stiff state of arousal. As she did so, my cock impaled itself on the thick, unforgiving probe; strained against the curved walls of the cage to become erect, like the man I'm not; and the retaining ring of the cage pulled hard at my sac as my cock struggled valiantly, but vainly, on. Turning to admire her work, Miss Becky muffled my moans by mounting astride my face...without a word, I submitted to her silent command. I immediately went to work, lapping and sucking her to a milky conclusion, as the wand drilled ever deeper into my penis. I was left there, alone and bound, as my shriveling member tried to disgorge the iron spike driven deep inside it, to little avail-- it stayed in until the dawn, when Miss Becky cut the tape and yanked it free. So begins Day 6.

5.8.12

You want me to WHAT??.

...a little tape to hold things in place, and:

8.8.12

Miss Becky is out for a FULL body massage-- inside and out-- and will return momentarily for me to bathe her ravished body with my tongue before she slips into deeply satisfied slumber.

I displeased her earlier in the week and lost all my stimulation privileges, including Twitter and any website that would get me aroused until I learn that I serve only her. I did get to view your Tumbler before my punishment began, and was filled with excitement and shame that my cock is on display to the world... I wonder how many people it has brought to orgasm.

I haven't received the shirt; maybe in tomorrow's post.

Here's hoping your ears are filled with the tortured screams of your bitch, and the warm glow of orgasm lights your cheeks...

11.8.12

What do you suppose... 

Miss Becky will do with these tonight?

12.8.12

Feminised

"The time has come," said Miss Becky, "for you to be with another man. This will be at a time, place, and with a person of my choosing, but I will be there, to look in your eyes and see how much you love being a cock slut, and to hear your pathetic whimpers for mercy as he tears your asshole open. Look at you-- your little man clit is getting hard in that cage, just thinking about it..."

 To that end (being brutally sodomized as my Mistress watches and shouts encouragement to my rapist), I must now wear panties, like those shown here, and keep my legs shaven, and private parts clean.

 Last night, at a theater, Miss Becky kept the image alive by directing my attention to all the male cast's members (...and that's not a typo:), commenting on the bulges in their costumes, and asking how I would like this one or that one to ravage me.

 I know this will happen--Miss Becky does not make idle threats-- and when it does, I will tell you all in a tale to go with your morning coffee: hot, dark; bittersweet; and breath-taking.

12.8.12

Your morning coffee

Miss Becky and I will move in the next few weeks, to a property in a larger city that will give us a greater degree of anonymity and a wider range of prospective, ummm... "lovers". It has a very insidious dingy basement with sturdy timbers with hooks to hang police handcuffs and plenty of open space to wield a flogger.

 In discussing its possibilities, Miss Becky revealed a detail of her plan to transform me from a virtual to a literal bitch: we'll be moved in about the time that these nipple piercings have healed. The beads will be replaced with rings, large enough for a man's fingers to slip into and to pull as he thrusts his engorged penis deep in my bowels. I shuddered when she told me this, and my hand instinctively went to my chest, as if to protect it. I noticed a devious smile play across Miss Becky's lips, like thunderclouds in the afternoon sky.

 I must go now. She is out of her morning shower, and demands (as is our Sunday ritual) to be licked clean and dressed to go out...

13.8.12

“It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.”

― Eleanor Roosevelt

"Tonight, Bobbie, your ass is mine", Miss Becky said in a low tone, devoid of love; devoid of mercy, as she slapped the rubber whip lightly across my bare buttocks. I shuddered with anticipation, as 'tonight' was still hours away, and her playful slap belied the weight of the flogger and its cutting sting. Miss Becky has thick, muscular arms, and one mere lash of a whip in her adept hands, laid on with merciless force, can bring me to torrents of tears and make my legs limp, suspending my body from the cellar beam where I am shackled.

I worshipped her 38D breasts, as is our morning gesture, and muttered the only permitted reply: "As you wish, Miss Becky", hiding my excitement by burying my face deeper in her bosom. Tonight, I knew, I was going to be broken-- whipped and beaten until my will was nothing; nothing but the will of Miss Becky. She revels in her torture, and tells me each day what lies ahead in the dark night, for she knows this will stay deep in my mind and consume all thought. Without consciously thinking, I serve Miss Becky, forgoing all other thought or passion, and wait for the night, when the whip comes down, and I follow, down, down at her feet, her total obedient slave.

13.8.12

The hardest part of the day is waiting for the night, wondering what is to come and whether you can bear it.

The psychological aspect of Miss Becky's torture is to show me the implement, make me feel it ever so briefly,let the idea settle in your mind all the long hours, agonizing over my certain and very painful fate. Today, for instance, it was a light slap on the rump with a rubber whip with many lashes... a Cat-Of-Ninety-Nine tails, if you will. A light slap and a reminder: "...your ass is mine".

 Considering that only two days ago, Miss Becky contemplated aloud that it would please her immensely to watch me taken by a man ("I want you to feel a man go nuts on top of you," were some of her exact words), this long wait has given way to speculation that there is a stiff cock in my ass's immediate future. Such is the stuff of Miss Becky's depravity: as the clock slowly ticks down the minutes, I fantasize what is to be... My cock stirs in its cage, pinching me like crabs; reminding me that even that is not my own, for it, like my mind, is the sole property of Miss Becky.

14.8.12

Red & Sore

Story to follow

Hikaye: İki Erkek ve İki Kadının D/S Kavşağında Kesişen Yolları

Story: Two Men and Two Women's D / S junction intersecting paths.

by Sabri  http://bdsmatolyesi.blogspot.co.uk

Sabri journey during the early hours in had completed, bus inince planned in advance that a common venue to meet him to meet the Helier bus terminal not to see about the possibility of multi-head had taken, in fact, it's way later, she can eat a pile of mind from the tip passed, or until there come If anyone met with, or operated by a group of young people ... if you tried not to think about them ... Sabri Sabri's yet to get off the bus itself did not encounter anyone. Get off the bus at a time after the night journey Helier lived began looking for places to get rid of the erection of the descent. Obviously had no difficulty in finding, because the surrounding red-haired woman one vote and the bus was moving.

When the cab off and Mine was a standard set by sweet nothings move towards the house where they (were talking about it in great detail, Miner said it was the home of a slave). Helena Mine patience and not just each other and the hope of slaves would see for the first time. On the morning revival described in Antalya has yet to arrive in a short time due to traffic and apartments at the address set out of the car. A man opened the door, There's no way I could tell them to expect, since the door sees the "go ahead," he said "go inside" she received contains. Guess they hope to have this slave of Mine. Mine was sitting on the couch when they entered the hall, they were greeted with a smile, but without standing up. Although it is not unusual for patience has its natural state, and he responded with a smile and sat in the chair.

Hope, "Excuse me, sir," he left the room and was waiting for the approval of Mine, Mine, and began to hope that the role was obvious. The rest sat in the room, everyone was together a basic courtesy are exhausted. Hope it came with a tea tray in right hand, was offered to the guests do, leave it next to the muffin plate, but did nothing to Helier. Mine patience and sipping their tea, to understand the role of Helena here, began to notice. There was no longer speaking to him.

Hope mine called inside. As for hope hall "includes child take our daughter, help, and he're prepared, you're prepared," he said. They now include Heller and Hope, leather collars around their necks when they had returned a little later, Hope only shorts and a sleeveless top with a thin T-shirt had come. Helin of the night brought, came with a combination satin, more cases can not be fully used to feel like he was naked. Helena was pretty obvious because of the lines also had removed their underwear on. Helin, "Now what's next?" as if to say, but stood quietly standing next to Hope. Hope was familiar with the situation. Both just as in a roll call, standing in front of the seat of the two masters were still standing.

Mine suddenly the subject of conversation which will be replaced with conventional and distance Sabre "zevkdaş your life, what would you do, you tell me," he said. Sabri politely, "I would ask, please," he said. Mine, "I would be glad if you give examples of your creativity," he said. Sabri little thought, "Hope you know, but Heller with both first time we encounter", (for which it Mine and Hope was very old too ...), "a slave overall quality control let's say." "Please come in," said Miner, "Our daughter is yours." With patience and thanked the head with a finger pointing to itself called Helier. Helena had the patience to look through the eyes of a lord at all, but it seemed strange was to adapt to the situation.

Helin approached Sabri hard, but with an expression of distance on the front of the crash said the two directories. Helena's hair gathered, bag fresh from approximately 5 cm shiny metal rings spend bottom has collected and with cable ties were common, now Helena at the beginning of that can be kept a solid ring had, Sabri these instruments was very fond of. From this ring of Helena holding her hair back Helier laid his head, his mouth open and teeth examined, slid his hand into the mouth of teeth polled Helier, language looked down and gag reflex to say. Well, it was not as crispy but it was okay for a female slave ... Helia hard to stand up with orders, he said. Helena combination of dropping one of the chest strap pulled one of the hands was a discussion, looked to the hardness of the nipple. Tests and actually enjoy doing them rather than with the aim to humiliate Helier was doing. In some places had it valued, and the rest acted as an insignificant cost. Sabrina Heller dipleri one by one from the chest ring with his hands clasped firmly, then left. Although there is enough sagging breasts breast torture seemed to fit almost any kind. Mine turned, smiling, "Do you want to look, I'm very happy," he said. Mine "I trust you, but still would be good to enter the air," he said.

Mine took the opposite Helena, Helena smiled slightly. Mine compassionate voice up and asked him to approach. To whisper in his ear "approach" made the sign and whispered something in his ear. Helena was standing fairly close Mine, Mine's face and leaned his chest. Tooth enamel chest with his head caught Helier, Helena kept ensesinden froze like a kitten, there was an expression on his face much, te teeth thoroughly with the Mine compressing the chest to the head. A painful expression on his face appeared, but also many more did not. Mine did not look like a woman but it does fit the nipple teeth Helier did not miss at all. A slight leak had come into the language. Leak had a metallic taste. Helin was pulled back slightly. Mine had chest lay your head on the contrary, continued to bite well. Mine had been left a trail of red on her lips when pulled. Although not feel it was one thing Sabri Mine. Sabria back, "I liked it," he said, "full flavor".

Sabrina Heller felt he was being put into the plan by the dualistic, should look a little angry, he was also a efen here was fantastic. Helena again Sabri'nin arrive in front of Sabrina him standing spread your legs as far as to open said ... Helier it ostensibly frivolous doing, feeling a little more range AmAsInI harshly repeated, and with their feet on the wrist by hitting both sides to open the incentive was found. Mine permission from the stunner then called Hope and from the smell and cleanliness with his tongue down her control until they asked him to stop. Hope this penis holder of panties he was wearing. The removal of the penis was painful to him. But I could not resist his master's command.

Helia patience in the face during the process reminded me that there should be the slightest symptoms, Sabrina was very fond of this game, Miner knew it very well. Especially when working with the language of hope from the bottom in many colors but after a while I did not reflexively closed his eyes, closing with a slap Sabri'den seven. I wake up to release himself from the situation immediately opened his eyes, eyes glaze over after a while, this did not last long, as it separates your eyes slap Sabri'den seven. After a while, both thoroughly flushed cheek, and it was obvious that tingle. in this way by accident than two violent slap was dull for a long time after eating. As a result of the accumulation of things at one time turned a blind eye and a big pleasure screamed, his eyes began to wait slap yumup. Patience in this moment more painful slap random standby state had seen. Especially for the more troubled eyes closed was formed. He did not know when that slap in, just waiting. Twenty seconds later came a violent slap. Hope had finished the task. He was in throes of agony because of the organ.

Patience and Mine, with Heller agreed that Hope deserves better than punishment, the punishment given to both talked about and agreed among themselves. Hope Heller and stand naked on his knees and his hands would serve as. Hope we make coffee or tea, bring your patience Mine remained. In fact, this work Sabria Mine instinctively want to demolish, but the master slave relationship between superiors and subordinates is not the way home from the Sabra and to bring him tea and breakfast was seeing more. Sabri was hungry, he thanked Mine. Sabri Helier placed on the back of hot tea and enjoy kahvaltılıg began. Although Helin placed on his back with coaster even a little freaked out because of hot tea. Sabri soothed, stroking her hair, lest tea spewed onto the woman's hand picked to provide. The hope of life was not so sweet, so rather not bother Mine had put their backs.

They spent about half an hour of conversation you can enjoy breakfast. When finished breakfast Sabri melted butter and mix with a little jam with a butter knife Heller began riding to the hair. Mine did not expect an action in this way, but it also drew attention, started to watch. Sabrina Heller's hair beautifully sunk after the unexpected thing, making green olives picked and Helium's anus from the push, then one more, one more, in a few minutes olives packed tea plate was empty. Cheddar cheese that remains where it should be sent to the two fingers and then with a beautifully placed, and sensed Helier was annoyed spite of a few minutes to stretch to stretch two fingers inside the hole kept. Sabri has eaten olives beans handful took and Helena to the mouth and leaned, Helena's ass finger remove a thank-as if he said them as network picked up and retains in his mouth and started sucking. Sabrina remaining crumbs on top of helium and wipes clean with plenty of drops and wet wipes contain Helier sent from the anus.

Sabri Helier gave permission to remove the core at the mouth. Then fill in a bar of milk into his mouth but do not swallow asked. Taken into the mouth followed by milk Helier's mouth taped with packing tape. Heller took over the relations and to stand up and asked him to approach. Helin neared face slapped very hard. This was followed by a series of more slaps. Meanwhile, at the mouth of every slap Helier milk was coming from the nose. When a single airway from the nose and nasal passages due to the milk was wet and had breathing difficult. After a few tıksırık Helier Sabri's mouth opened and the tape was sent to the bathroom for toiletries in the bathroom chapter. Helier's hair spills from dripping to the ground licking milk soon after by cleaning tasks Mine was given to Hope.

Sabri soon got up and went to the bathroom, to tug tugging of hair to Helier, and hustled brought into the hall naked and wet. Women brought to the front of the carpet and forced bowed forward, with hands joined behind the towel and a severe decline and kicked ass. Helena suddenly found himself in space and fell to the ground face down. Helena waved a couple of jelly-like body dehydrated. Helena's face turned sober up from Sabria looked before. Just before the patience of view there was a chain in his hand.

Sabrina chain in the hands of two or three-piece has a long chain attached to each other with bean call.

Sabrina wet lying on the ground beside Helier sat on the floor. Sabri woman ran his hand a little wet body in the legs, cellulite on the legs and hips gave an idea of ​​the age of the woman's makeup. It was a little fazlac weight compared to cellulite. "Roger, orange peel gonna fuck this evening," said a harsh light humming sound can be heard, but Helier. Then, "I'm fed them to collect it from the street you need," he continued, "are worthy of them." Through "Sorry, that once we start online, masculinity stay with us," he said. Back to Mine looked so bored ... Is Mine "Come on, come on" in the sense made a sign. Watched with interest. Sabri began to stir, taking their support Helier's arms kept trying to stand united behind. Tied with cable ties around arms and thrown several rounds of chain, tied tightly. Chain Helier's head ripped from his neck in the ring spend and spend again ring can stretch without damaging Helier pulled up. Helena moaned a little, Sabri "Shut the fucking asshole, located're doing business," he shouted. Sabri with a locked chain Helier pod secures the arm was round. Had increased quite a chain. Sabri Helier's been brought back by holding the truffles. Anus squeezed a little shampoo, then began sending chain provides bean. Two bean pod ... ...

The chain is now more fully Helier was in the intestines. Sabrina slid his hand down hard on the heart of St. Helier St. Helier is kept and turned his back. Such an unsuitable place had hurt Helier's grasp but Sabri it had done very quickly, Helin was delayed in responding, found himself on his back in the winter filled chain. Was a bit heavy. Sabri's Helier our ankles 8 format is also wrapped. This chain started to drag. Mine said making a sign to approach the balcony door. Mine walked toward the door.

Sabri hold Helier pulled balcony. I did not see another apartment balcony but the index was slightly higher level. Heller to appear naked on the balcony was leaning as possible, literally clung to the ground. Sabri went inside and came up with muddy water in a bucket in his hand, as it is poured onto Helier, especially in the bottom of the sleeve thick Helier's head and face were empty. Dirty dirty side of a house painter nylon and rope wrapped around with balcony squeeze just left the place. Internally called Hope, he sat on the body wrapped in nylon, the prospect was sat next to. Hope lit a cigarette, Sabrina Hope cigarettes asked, received and nylon from the end Helier open mouth of cigarettes gave Helena a deep breath and must have caught like a chimney smoke output nylon end, Hope cigarettes for permission Sabria was looking Sabri "oil said, "This is yours. There is here Helier took the cigarette from burning. Smoking also was in the mud, Sabri disgust on the balcony of a wet corner threw include increasingly viscous mud brought in buckets, Hope the leg by a Helier lifting ordered, shield pipe-like nylon bucket viscous mud quickly boca had mud, a portion of the nylon other output went by. Hope came by Sabri, the balcony door was locked.

About 20 minutes had passed. Helin wrapped in plastic form by rolling the balcony door stood beside the balcony. Nylon grinding sound of the door sounded. Mine turned Sabria not budge. "Do you include Alsaka now?" he said. "I've been waiting Sormani said," patience. "Look at the guy or we söylemesek going to leave her daughter there ..." he said a little sarcastically Mine. "If it was me I would wrap a little bunker behind the door on the other," said Sabri again sarcastically, of the fact that he was looking forward to the enamel, so it was not a sadist.

"Well, if you wish, come here ... Hope"

Being careful not to let the cast wrapped in mud and they moved to the bathroom, in the bathtub decipher. Sabri Helier dessert every corner of the slightly overweight body washed it with warm water until it is free from çamurar. There was not much chance of that state Helier, mud literally sucked the energy of people.

Chain rings gently pulled from the anus, so that it is able to put your own how many chain links were also amazed. Then I untied her arms. Helin start to get yourself locked the door to the bathroom Sabri, who was lying face down in the tub Helier pulled from the bathtub, lay prone on the floor of the bathroom was still wet on wet. Wash with the chains of St. Helier wrists tied together, ankles tied the ends of a long piece bathroom spend on the two sides of the heating pipe ends picked up. Be strong enough to pull her body in two directions Helier's legs almost gave the opening, in the middle of thoroughly stretched taut as a locked chain link and connected. Is a process, "ah, ah .. say," until brought a little more strained. Then Helier opened, until softened, cum in and out of the anus. When finished Helia gave a cigarette, he opened sipped beer brought from the kitchen. After 10 minutes, looked at Helia was extinguished cigarettes on the ground wetness litterally half. Especially when approaching a certain indefinite patience swore. He opened his jaw, keeping patience Helier, St. Helier butts stuffed into the mouth so that contamination of ground and his hand was shut. A second mailing went further. When he was done Helier's ear bent, a very polite voice, "Thank you filthy bitch," he whispered, and went into the hall bırakp. Mine "Did we miss something?" he said. Sabri, laughing, "do not ever," he said, "I'm tired little girl tired, you solve it?" she asked, and received approval. After resting for a few minutes, "Thank you for this beautiful day Mistress Mine," he said, "for a rematch appropriate time you'd like to invite you, please, Bring Hope" and he rose up to go.

Especially when pulling the door open with chains still in the bathroom, naked, wet, mouth overflowing from the tobacco plant as lay. "Thank God I finished," he said to himself.

(FIN)

This story is true, but the people have not been referred to by their real names. If events are pure fiction. The main roles are taken on the consent of the people.

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Our aim is:

- To defend the rights of the LGBTTs (Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transvestites and Transsexuals),

- To take advantage of the positive discrimination,

- To struggle with the homophobia, biphobia and the transphobia,

- To decrease the social force to secure our constitutional rights,

- To encourage the LGBTT individuals who meet discrimination by the police and the society and provide them with legal and psychologic support,

- To help them with their court processes,

- To put the sentence 'gender identity' and 'sexual orientation' into constitution,

- To protect the LGBTT individuals from the murders related to the phobias,

- To form a force group to find the murder-mongers,

About Istanbul LGBTT Civil Movement

Istanbul LGBTT Solidarity Association is a human rights organisation and self-organisation of transgender people (Trans*) which is independent from governments, political parties and political or religious interests.

Our history

 In 2007, Istanbul LGBTT was founded as a civil initiative. Its founding members have been political Trans* activists for more than 20 years. They have been fighting for the rights of gay, lesbian, bi and trans* and other minorities. They have also founded other organisations e.g. Lambda Istanbul before.

“We founded Istanbul LGBTT to create a non hierachic space for Trans* and to focus on our specific problems in Turkish society”...... . Nevertheless this place is open for all lesbian, gay and bisexual and they are among our members as well

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Since 2011 Istanbul LGBTT is officially approved as a legal association by the Istanbul governorship.

Our aims

-to fight against transphobia and homophobia,

- to stop homophobic and transphobic motivated killings and so-called hate crimes and create pressure groups for investigation of the crimes.

-to make Trans* visible

-to develope civil society in Turkey

- to secure our rights in the constitution and reduce the social pressure.

What we do

Istanbul LGBT Solidarity Association provides legal and psychological support for LGBT individuals that suffered by police and community violence and discrimination. We are also monitoring cases. This project is in close connection with amnesty international/Germany.

We are consulting Trans* in questions of daily life and offer counselling also for their relatives.

We also create different projects against human rights violations (here write the examples...) and work on visibility or Trans*. E.g. we initiated the First Trans* Pride in Turkey which started 2010 and will take place every year in June.

We are creating a campaign to make change constitution law and add the issues like “gender identity” and “sexual orientation”. The missions of Istanbul LGBT Solidarity Association to defend lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender individuals the rights, take advantage of positive discrimination, the right to live and work to express in all areas.

Handcuffed Catholic priest was suffering from ‘stress-related self-bondage’ What does it really tell us about the views of society?

US: Handcuffed Catholic priest was suffering from ‘stress-related self-bondage’ says bishop

A Catholic priest in Illinois, who last year got stuck in a pair of handcuffs, was engaged in “non-sexual” conduct at the time, and the event was brought on by “stress” – according to a bishop.

The incident happened on 28 November when Father Tom Donovan of St Aloysius Church, Springfield, Illinois, called 911 from the rectory and told a dispatcher that he needed help getting out of handcuffs.

The Illinois Times quoted sources as suggesting the priest was also wearing some sort of gag – as his voice sounded garbled or muffled on the 911 audio recording.

Father Donovan has since taken a leave of absence from his church.

In a statement on Tuesday, Bishop Thomas John Paprocki of the Diocese of Springfield in Illinois said: “On December 8th, I met with Father Donovan and Monsignor Carl Kemme, my Vicar General, in my office at the Catholic Pastoral Center.

“Father Donovan said that he was mortified by what happened and acknowledged that the information that had been reported to me was basically accurate. He insisted that he had been alone the whole time of this incident and denied that there was any sexual component to this.”

The statement added that Father Donovan “is being treated by a clinical therapist and is receiving appropriate medical care” and that he is “suffering from a psychological condition that manifests itself in self-bondage as a response to stress.”

ARTICLE HERE

Bishop in charge of Illinois priest who called 911 after getting stuck in handcuffs defends him, releases statement:

 "The unfortunate result of such patterns of life—in no way limited to the experience of Catholic priests—is that persons often find themselves seeking patterns of 'self-medication' to soothe emotional turmoil. Alcoholism, the use of illicit drugs, compulsive gambling, sexual acting out and the use of pornography are some of the more common manifestations, none of which were present in this situation.

Instead, according to the clinical therapist, Father Donovan is suffering from a psychological condition that manifests itself in self-bondage as a response to stress.* The clinical therapist also confirms that the strict absence of illicit sexual behaviors, relationships, and patterns reveal that this self-bondage is to be understood as non-sexual in nature."

ARTICLE HERE

Bondage priest: Illinois incident raises some interesting questions

BY BARRY DUKE – JANUARY 14, 2013

WHEN police were called late last year to free father Thomas Donovan from a pair of handcuffs, they made haste to the St Aloysius Church rectory in Springfield, where they found him with his hands cuffed behind him, and a gag in his mouth.

Father Donovan and a pair of cuffs

Which begs the question: how did he manage to speak so clearly when he telephoned for help?  I can vouch for the fact that one can only issue muffled cries with a bit between your teeth.

But you can clearly hear a recording of his call for assistance on this link.

The Springfield Police Department report reveals that when officers arrived at the church at 4:45 am on November 28, they found the priest wearing an orange jumpsuit and:

A leather bondage type mask with bar in his mouth.

His hands were also cuffed BEHIND his back.

Donovan declined medical treatment after he was uncuffed by cops, who asked if anyone else was in the rectory. The priest, who said he was alone, told officers that he:

Put himself in this configuration and does this from time to time.

Donovan explained to police that:

This time he put the handcuffs on with the keyhole up instead of down.

This prevented him from freeing himself with a handcuff key (which he showed to officers). The cops left after Donovan apologised to them.

The priest, now on leave from his post with the Diocese of Springfield, did not further detail why he placed himself in such an unorthodox “configuration.”

The report opened up a floodgate of speculation from commenters:

Said one:

Begs the question as to who was there with him. If I had to take a guess: he either got double-crossed by the kid who tied him up or he met a hooker who decided to rob him instead.

Another said:

His faith was strong but he needed proof … and the summoner called in Brethren under the direction of the instrument that calleth 911 … and his chains and his bondage were cast aside …

A third said:

He certainly is not the Harry Houdini of the priesthood, but no doubt he will improve with practice.

I was rather surprised that no-one suggested that ALL priests should be bound and gagged.

FULL ARTICLE

SUMMARY BY ME......

So, Stress = Bondage = getting treated by a clinical therapist and then receiving appropriate medical care = because we are “suffering from a psychological condition.." =  which is an 'unfortunate result of such patterns of life' = so we need 'self-medication' to soothe our emotional turmoil = and choose bondage instead of Alcoholism, the use of illicit drugs, compulsive gambling, sexual acting out and the use of pornography, which are all listed in the same class.

Hmm, seems I'm done for!