Bondage Blog

From a new blog called Tangy Sweet:

He’s got me blindfolded. My wrists are cuffed in the front. I’m flat down on my back on the bed and I can hear him moving around the room. He’s just…watching me. Not touching, just looking.

When his hand finally makes contact, I let out a sigh. The blindfold makes everything sharper and clearer, the sensations so much more powerful. He says nothing. He only eases his hand over my body, running his fingertips over my nipples, which feel about as hard as diamonds. I move my hips restlessly when he lowers his mouth over a nipple and draws it into his warm mouth.

This Japanese erotic illustration of several tattooed lovelies dangling in bondage looks fairly vintage, but probably isn’t. It’s pretty, though:

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

As everyone who has ever messed around with bondage knows, it’s easy for things to not go quite the way they do in the fantasy. Here’s a classic example of some fun-sounding bondage play that didn’t go quite as planned, from Black n Blue And Bamboo:

He folds the rope in two and places the loop around the back of my neck. He brings the rope up between my legs parting my lips and resting it on my clit. He then brings the ends of the rope thru the loop at the back of my neck.

There is tension in the rope but its not tight. The rope feels wonderful against my skin. I’m loving this. I start to relax, feeling his control over me. I realize I’m breathing harder and my pussy is starting to throb.

He turns me around and brings the rope up under my breasts. He brings the ends under the middle rope and cinches them down. He’s not making any knots so far.

I love the way the rope slides over my skin. They feel like an extention of T and his control. My pussy starts to flow.

“Give me your wrists” as he stands behind me.

He restrains my wrists to my rope harness that he is making. He continues to loop the rope around my body thru both middle ropes on my back and front. Forcefully moving me around so he can complete his work.

I revel in the feelings that are flooding thru me. Feeling so secure in his control of me.

He finishes his work as cris-crosses the rope around my legs finally tying the ends together on the back of my calves.

“How do they feel?” he asks, being to pull slightly on the rope to feel the tension.

“Great, Sir” I reply as my excitement starts mount. I’m breathing hard now. My pussy is really starting to flow.

Next thing I know I’m being pushed on the bed. The rope moves to tighten and stimulate me more. I lying face down on the bed with my ass fully exposed to him. He picks up the backscratcher and starts to spank my ass.

I start to panic. I can’t handle this. I’ve been spanked hard like this before. But never being bound like this. I start janking and yanking myself to get free. And finally in my panic… I use my safeword.

He quickly undoes his handiwork. Helps me to a standing position. I can see the worry in his face. I’m feeling guilty I don’t want to ruin what started out as a wonderful night. Yet, I’m not quite sure as what caused my panic. I quickly kiss him and tell him we’ll talk about this tomorrow. He pulls me to him kissing me ever so gently and we end the night making love.

Looking back, I think my panic was caused by me being overstimulated. I was so overwhelmed by what I was feeling and it was coming so fast that I couldn’t handle it.

Hey, sometimes in the real world that’s just how it goes.

Here’s a fun set of videos from Sex And Submission showing what happens when the Hogtied.com paramilitaries (yes, that’s a URL on the pocket of his shirt) are turned loose on the restrained female inmates:

No worries, though, our prisoner is smiling at the end of the picture!

See Also:

• Flexible Slavegirl, Hogtied

Found this cute whipping pic over on Spanking Blog:

Now, this method of playing dodgeball is just wrong. But it’s cute as hell:

From Asian Fetish Blog.

Monmouth of Rentboy Diaries ransacks a house for makeshift bondage toys with great success:

When we got home, the first thing we did was take stock of her bondage toys. There were none, she said. That turned out to be a misunderstanding. It’s always possible to figure something out. The average household is full of potential restraints, blindfolds, gags, even spanking-implements. You just have to know where to look. The hood was some sort of hi-tech ski cap, the blindfold was a sleep mask, and the robes hanging right next to her bed had restraints dangling from the belt-loops.

But the best toy, I discovered on her windowsill.

The soft, smooth plastic felt warm to the touch. I picked it up, hefted it, and then handed it to Mia. “Wash it with soap and warm water. And think about how it’ll feel on your arse.”