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Powerotics probably has the largest collection of information and pictures about every form of hair torture and hair abuse you can think of. Forced headshaving, punishment haircuts, hair bondage, hair pulling, it is all there. And - like all our sections - it keeps growing and growing.

The latest updates include such fun things as:

• Hairdo and punishment
• Hairpulling and forced feeding
• Hair workouts
• Humiliation trims

A lot of new information, good hints, tips and ideas and clever technical tips and tricks have been added and of course there are new pictures for you to enjou as well. So, what’s keeping you? Spoil yourself with a fun holiday season and join Powerotics today!

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The usually fierce responses to pulling the hair - either positive or negative - are largely the result of the influence that pulling the hair has on the human brainwaves. There are four different “brain waves” (the frequency of the human brain), known as alpha, beta, theta and delta.

Beta brain waves are the normal waking state of the brain where logic, thinking, and problem solving takes place.

Alpha waves produce a detached awareness and profound relaxation.

Theta waves occur in the dream state, and when the subconscious supplies the answer to a problem without a step by step process.

Delta waves are seen in deep sleep, in healers, while the body heals, and in persons with psychic/intuitive abilities.

Beta, alpha, theta, and delta waves emerge in both hemispheres of the brain in a pattern known as the optimum brain wave state. This state is creative, healing, and peaceful. Successful people utilize this brain wave patter naturally and more often.

Hair pulling influences this pattern. Soft and gentle (massage-like) pulling will usually actually feel comfortable, while fierce, painful pulling to most people almost feels like a personal insult. In general, at a subconcious level, grabbing the hair feels like grabbing the brain itself (hence taking control over it).

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Bettie Page

Cult bondage and pin up model Bettie Page passed away today at Kindred Hospital in Los Angeles (USA), where she had been on life support since suffering a heart attack Dec. 2, according to her agent, Mark Roesler. Bettie - born Bettie Mae Page onApril 22, 1923 in Nashville Tennessee - has been a BDSM favorite and icon ever since che started working with famous fetish photographer Irwin Klaw.

Page spent the last years of her life hospitalized as a result of violent mood swings. She had stopped working as a model in 1957, but remained famous until today.

Page was the last of the 1950’s bondage icons still alive. She will be lovongly remembered by many.

More about Bettie Page and others in “Icons of BDSM” - the historic part of Powerotics magazine.

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This time her grin was sympathetic. “We’re always tied like this our first day. It’s to put us in a proper frame of mind.”
“Naked?”
“That too. Has His Nibs come and had a good look?”
“You mean Lord halcyon? Yes, he came. It was awful.”
Trina’s eyes became speculative. “Nobody’s told you, have they?”
“Told me what?” Suddenly, I was more avid for what this girl knew than I wasfor the water. “Tell me now! Tell me… please!”
“Oh, they’ll break it gently.” Trina said casually. “I can’t tell a thing unless I’m ordered. Don’t worry, you’ll find out.”
“That means I’ll be happier if I don’t?” I ventured.
“Well, I don’t suppose you’d have been too happy yesterday if someone had told you about today!” Trina winked knowingly. “But just so’s you don’t feel hard done by I can tell you that being tied the way you are… and a lot more didderent ways… is one of the routine fun things at Presteigne.”
My shocked expression caused Trina to grin. She put a finger over her pursed lips and shook her head, then took her glass and went away. When the door thudded shut I did not cry. I didn’t do anything.
What could I do?
I don’t want to tell about the rest of the afternoon and early evening. The ropes hurt worse and worse. I was almost afraid to breathe, the way they dug into me. Trina hadn’t helped much, though it was nice to know there were girls like me and that they seemed happy enough. It was Trina who came to free me in the evening.
“Are you going to do what I tell you?” she asked winsomely.
“Do I have a choise?” I knew I sounded surly.
“I’m going to untie you. You could fight or run, or just be stubborn.”
“Just untie me. I’m too tired to be anything but a good girl.”
She looked at my sulkiness dubiously. “I should tell you that you won’t like    some of the things we’re going to do. But they won’t hurt.”
I didn’t care. To get untied I’d have agreed to anything. I gasped in agony as each cord was stripped from my skin, then sighed in ecstasy as, little by little, my freedom was returned. With the succesion of bath and clothes, and a tete-a-tete dinner with Trina I knew I was once more back within my world.
But Presteigne was waiting.
“It’s a cell, darling.” said trina. “Quite a nice one.”
I took her word for it. To me, it looked all stone and iron bars. “It’s not for me, isn’t it?” I asked hopefully.
“Aren’t you lucky, dear.” She looked at me expactantly.
“I am a prisoner after all, then?” I asked dismally.
“It’s just the first night, Sharon. Same as the first day. It’s for you to get the feeling.” Trina was watching me anxiously.

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Not that the fix I was in wasn’t bad enough! It was. The ropes were cutting away at me like angry little animals, and for all I knew I might stand against that pillar all day and all night. I might even be forgotten and just left there! But the thing I was most concerned about was not having any clothes on. If I could only have looked ahead a bit I wouldn’t have worried about being bare.
But I belonged to a world. In that world girls were never naked. If they went to a doctor or a hospital or were being punished they were not naked.
I’d overheard a good deal of debate as to whether it was right and proper for a man to see his wife in what was awesomely called “the altogether”.
Girls in their teens giggled about this quite a lot and wondered about themselves whem the time came. It seemed to us that Auguste Rodin was the only man alive entitled to a good look at a nude female. Even te word “nude” was considered a bit risque.
I was bound to feel all sorts of emotions about being unclothed. There was a terribly hot shame… I expect the blush contributed. There was chagrin and a simply cringing embarrassment. On top of these was guilt. I don’t know why I felt it but I did! My world said that if a girl was seen naked  she had commited a sin, a really awful sin. It didn’t seem to matter how it happened. It was her fault. I tried to reason myself out of this one but I couldn’t. I tingled all over from that blush… or maybe it was conscience!
I had to make an effort of will to stop wondering what I looked like tied naked to that column. I know what I look like, of course, but I was worried about that bit of me I’d never really examined myself… between my legs… a girl just doesn’t push a mirror between her legs… or lay on a table or something! Lord Halcyon had seemed terribly interested. But when I did push that worry out of my mind I started to hurt from the ropes. I knew now I could never get loose. That made it worse. I had to stand there and endure.
I was tied so tight and in so many places! I started to wonder if Miss Carruthers was a kind and sympathetic as she’d seemed through that awful Nigel business. Poor dear Nigel!
I started to cry again. I didn’t bother about the tears. I let them flow where they wanted. It was there the door opened.
This time it was a girl.
She was pretty, about my own age and dressed in some sort of uniform. Not like any uniform I’d even seen… there wasn’t much of it. She carried a glass of water.
“I expect you’re thirsty.” she said in an everyday voice.
I did not get untied. She held the glass to my lips as I eagerly drank. With the last gulp I realised I would not be getting the drink unless I had to stay where I was a lot longer.
“My name’s Trina Simard. I’m a prefect.” She smiled at me brightly. “You came yesterday, and your name’s Sharon Tredgold.”
“How do you do”, I said absurdly. “Are you going to untie me?”
“Of course not, silly.” She grinned as though I’d made a joke. “You don’t really expect me to, do you!”
“I don’t see why not.” I said warmly. “I hurt… terribly.”
“Well, I’m not. So there!” Her voice chided without anger.
“Cover me up then. Use that sheet.”
“I can’t do that either. You are new, aren’t you?”

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Dangerous gags

One of the problems with television series and movies is that it makes some things seem harmless and hardly dangerous. Gags are close to the number one position in that area and every year especially children die, because their playmates - when playing cops and robbers - thought a gag wouldn’t do any harm. And it is not just children. In the - unlikely and rare by the way - event a person dies during a BDSM scene it will almost always be either the result of breathplay (strangulation) or the result of a dangerous gag.

The most dangerous toy, in the hands of someone inexperienced, is a role of duct tape. Depending on the type this may indeed make breathing through the mouth entirely impossible and all you need is a simple nose blockage of some kind for the sub to die!! If you use duct tape, at least punch a few holes in it.

Another dangerous way of gagging is to put cloths into someones mouth. This will obstruct all air channels, including the back of the nasal inlets. And while this may sound bizarre, some people actually use cotton, socks, pantyhoses, underwear and even old newspapers in an effort to gag there submissive.All of this kills! Especially when used in combination with duct tape.

Finally, another type that does not belong in the hands of inexperienced people (in all honesty, experienced people are of the opinion they should not be sold at all) are inflatable gags - rubber balls or balloons that can be pumped to size. They will almost always be pumped to a size that is dangerous. The balloon adapts to to the inside shape of the mouth, fills it entirely and blocks all airways, including the channel that allows for breathing through the nose. To make things worse, they will usually form part of some sort of mask or leather harness or belt, making it impossible for the submissive to even try and push them out far enough to be able to breath in the event of an emergency.

Futhermore, such iflatables may very well make it impossible for the saliva to go anywhere else BUT the lungs. Meaning the slave will choke on her own saliva and die!

As always, we have no intention to scare you away from gags, but you should be aware of the health risks and dangers to be able to make the right choices. And THEN gags - and other forms of mouth related torture and teasing - can be a lot of fun.

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Gags and silence

It is impossible to fully silence a submissive - or anyone else for that matter - with a gag, regardless the type. Once you stuff the mouth to the point where making noises is entirely impossible, the victim has probably died or very likely will very soon.

In the BDSM-situation the objective of the gag is to humiliate, both through creating the saliva problem as well as through the fact that any more or less coherent speach is impossible and reduced to funny sounds.

The third main objective is to remind the submissive in a physical way that she is not supposed to talk.

Some types of gags may serve other purposes as well, such as to bite in (to help fight or cope with the pain or anxiety), stear (in pony play) or train (for oral sex).

Finally, a gag very frequently serves as a pacifier in the same way it does for babies. Being able (or being allowed) to suck on something can be comforting.

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Gags and breathing

Ballgagged

Inflatable gags and some very large penis shaped dildo gags excluded, gags - as in “things put in your mouth” - will not interfere with your (sub’s) ability to breath. There’ll almost always be room enough to let a sufficient amount of air flow around the gag. And - unless she has a cold - she can breath through the nose as well. The fear of not being able to breath is largely psychological and - although not very rational - something that most slaves will have to learn to overcome.

What does limit the ability to breath are attempts to try and swallow the saliva. And these attempts are largely futile, which is the main objective of a stick-in-gag. As soon as the slave lets the saliva just drip out of her mouth - yes humilating, but again, that is one the main objectives - there is enough room and freedom for the air to move in. Kinda cruel, isn’t it. But then, cruel choices is what BDSM is all about.

Choking is another gag related problem and it’s origin usually is - again - the saliva problem, in combination with fear (of being unable to breath). If gags are something new to you, ask your dom to train you. It is really not as bad as it seems, but you may have to get used to it and that may indeed take a while.

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Ballgag

There is a book to write about gags and other mouth-related stuff. BDSM and the mouth is not just about gags and even if it was, there is so much to write about - and do with gags. Much photographed, hardly ever used properly and to their full potential and surrounded by thousands of urban legends.

Ruling out some persistant urban legends and misunderstanding is probably the best thing to do first, so, here goes:

Sizes

The average gag you can buy in a shop is too big for effective use. This is especially true for almost all penis-shaped gags.

They have been designed by people with no experience in power exchange, usually only made to appeal to certain fantasies and create sales. So, whatever you do when you go out to buy a gag: buy a small one.

A gag that is too big will be too uncomfortable to keep in for any length of time (and usually that is exactly what you WANT a gag to be used for), because it will create cramps in the jaw muscles and a gagging effect if it is too long. There is no need for the gag to go in any deeper than halfway down the tongue.

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He made it sound reassuring, as though I might have been worrying that the ropes were loose and I’d inadvertently lose them. I frelt myself drifting from reality in the same way I’d done with Chartreuse. I made my next plea as piteous as I could.
“But I want to! I want to be free. I don’t want to be tied up like this. I can hardly move.”
“Excellent.”
“But, sir, I’m naked!”
“So I noticed.”
This absurd exchange brought Lord Halcyon as close to a smile as he allowed, and me close to tears. His comments didn’t seem particularly for me, they were just generalised exclamations. Sharon Tredgold was naked and she was tied. Jolly good! I was a filly up before the judge.
“Why have you sent me to Presteigne, Lord Halcyon?”
He did not bother to answer. Instead, he slowly circled my pillar and me. For a moment I thought he was untying a knot, but my hope plummeted when I realised he was just testing. He ended up where he could get a full frontal view. I could tell he was getting a tremendous enjoyment out of looking at me. My blush held steady. I longed to cross my legs and clasp a hand over each of my breasts.
“This isn’t a school at all. It’s some sort of prison, isn’t it, sir? No school would do this to me.”
A faintly raised eyebrow was all the acknowledgement I got out of that shot in the dark. What he did say seemed irrelevant.
‘I’d suggest, Sharon, you exercise complete obedience. Your Headmistress is a delightful woman. Charming and… competent.”
He gave me a quite impersonal nod and went away. He even closed the door. I don’t think anyone knows aloneness until they’ve been tied helpless and left in a locked room. There’s a unique sort of awfulness about it that dissolves a girl’s courage. It did mine.
In telling about this I expect I sound young and girlish and juvenile. Well, I’m not that old and it was startling and shocking. But the one thing nakedness did for me was to tell me very clearly I was female and a woman. A young woman, maybe. But all my breasts and… and things…! It was like being introduced to myself.
I don’t pretend to be clever or have a literary style. I’m just trying to tell this in the way it impinged on my mind as it happened. If I seem a bit casual here at the start it’s because the horror was later on. It hadn’t
started yet.

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