There’s a basic rule of Halloween parties. If your invitation to it consists of a gunny sack over your head and a come-along hustle, you’re probably not going to enjoy it as much as the other guests do. And, sure enough, that’s how the latest Sex And Submission Halloween party went:
Once the party moved to the basement, things just got more ominous for Our Heroine:
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More silly fun courtesy of the 3D Kink software. This is why you do (or you don’t, depending on your inclination) lock your classroom door between periods:
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I love this sort of ambiguous art from the covers of old pulp novels. It doesn’t take much imagination to see this girl as having her hands tied behind her back and to that tree, forced to wait helplessly for her captor…
But of course, if you see that, you’ve got a dirty mind. Surely she’s just taking a little break? You pervert!
Spanking Blog has a photo of Blake Lively (from Gossip Girls) on a leash:
Apparently it’s from a kinky movie she’s doing.
Another tender scene created with the 3D Kink software:
I’m still having fun with the new 3D Kink game. As you play the game, you earn coins you can use to buy more toys. An early and essential Bondage Blog upgrade was a ring gag, of course:
There’s also a bukkake tool and a sponge for cleanup (which I naturally did not use before taking this screenshot). Now, all I’m missing is this shirt.
This is very much a preliminary report, but I predict hours and hours of pervy nerdy fun playing with the new 3d Kink software. It’s a VERY detailed tool/game for designing virtual women (and men, and furries, and I’m not sure what all), posing them however you want, and playing with them sexually.
I haven’t yet had time to figure out much of the “game” part, but in no time at all I was able to surprise Maya (one of the lovely pre-built models) having some kinky alone time in a hayloft:
It looks as if almost everything in the game can be customized — poses, models, body parts, sex toys, camera angles, you name it. As you can see from the gag and collar, 3D Kink (as you’d expect from any Kink-branded product) is very fetish-friendly, with latex outfits and quite a variety of pre-made bondage poses. I’ll be playing with it quite a bit more, and showing you screen shots as appropriate.
When I first saw the announcement for this software, I thought it was sort of ambitious:
Members can create and control their own scenes of BDSM debauchery, like a Kink.com director. If you ever wanted to be the director of your own Kink.com website, this is how you do it — in three-dimensional animation. If you’ve ever watched a scene and thought, ‘This is hot, but it would have been hotter if they did it slightly different’ — you can write a scene like that, and the characters will act it out in this virtual world. Or you can come up with your own ideas from scratch, based on whatever turns you on.
Now that I’ve tested the software, I think that’s a fair description. 3D Kink is going to make a lot of fans very happy!
There was a time, most of a decade ago, when the Kink.com empire was just one site, and that site was Hogtied.com. For its time, the site was unique — the bondage was at once simpler and more rigorous than just about anybody else’s. Although Hogtied.com continues to produce lots of high quality bondage porn, stumbling over one of their oldest galleries is nostalgic for me. This recent example (seen on Kinky Delight in a much larger size) is what I’m talking about:
Another from the same gallery:
I don’t think it’s too strong to suggest that Kink.com exists today because of this particular style of bondage photography (and because, at a time when the porn industry was much more conservative than it is today, they weren’t afraid to publish more explicit shots in the same style.)
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I just stumbled over one of the first non-pornified (albeit still fictional) discussions of bondage that I ever encountered in my life. It’s from a science fiction novel called Mindkiller, written by Spider Robinson back in 1983:
“Norman?” she began, and from the tone in her voice he knew at least in general where she was going, and started to protest his fatigue, but she kept on talking, saying, “Do you have any unfulfilled fantasies?” Fatigue gone. “Uh . . . sexual fantasies, you mean?”
“Chicken. Come on, be honest. Aren’t there any secret wishes I can make come true for you?” Her hand found him, began working gently.
“Well . . .”
“Come on, you’re stalling, trying to think of something else plausible to ask me for, in place of whatever you first thought of.”
Even Lois had not pushed all his buttons. He made his decision. “How do you feel about being tied up?” Even in the semidarkness he could tell she was frowning; her hand stopped.
“Further than you wanted to go?” he asked after a while.
“You know,” she said slowly, “I’m not sure.” She lit another cigarette, cupping it so that all the light was reflected down away from her face. “I had a friend, once. She and her husband were into master-slave stuff, I mean they were incredible. She wore a collar around her neck, had whip scars, and I swear to God she was as proud and happy as hell. I thought it was sick.”
“Jesus,” he said, “so do I.”
“I used to ask her how she could stand to be degraded like that. She said it was like the ultimate proof of her love for him. I asked her if he ever proved his love, and she said it didn’t work that way, that she gave him what he needed and he gave her what she needed.”
“Christ on a skateboard. They still together?”
“Of course not. After a while she had no more proofs to give him, so he dumped her. I haven’t seen either of ‘em in years.”
“Uh . . . that’s considerably stronger than what I had in mind. I don’t think I’d go for bullwhips and pain and abuse.”
It was light enough now to see her grin as her hand squeezed. “But hearing about it got you hard, didn’t it?”
He could not deny it.
“I’ll tell you something. I think she was off the wall, I mean industrial-strength crazy . . . but once in a long while I think about it and I get wet myself. Isn’t that sick?”
“First tell me what ‘sick’ means when applied to a normal condition. Nobody leaves the TV for a snack during the rape scene. That does not necessarily mean that anybody wants a rape for Christmas.” He took another cigarette himself, and she lit it for him with hers. “Look, my subconscious is as screwed up as anyone’s. Just from the little I’ve told you about Lois and me, you must be able to see that there’s probably a lot of hostility towards women buried in me right now, certainly towards one woman. But—well, I don’t know if this will make any sense or not, but a fantasy is not necessarily a wish.”
“All right, then,” she said, and began gently stroking his penis. “Tell me about your wishes.” He could make out her features now, and she was looking him square in the eye. He could not look away. Involuntarily his back began to arch, his buttocks to clench.
“I would like to tie you down to this bed,” he said thickly, “and tease, tantalize, and otherwise titillate your fair young body until you scream for mercy. The only kind of pain I have in mind—beyond the occasional pinch or scratch we’ve already tried—is the sweet agony of wanting to come so badly you can’t see straight or remember your name.”
Her busy hand paused, and she grinned suddenly. “That does sound more interesting than scrambled eggs and coffee. I just don’t know if I understand the tying-up part.” He disposed of his cigarette and she followed suit. “Well, partly it’s the symbolic trust, of course, which is fairly heady stuff. But most of it is a sheerly muscular thing. I mean, sex is a process of allowing tension to build to a peak and then release, right?”
“When you’re doing it right.”
“All right—but ordinarily there’s a certain point beyond which your subconscious will not let you build that tension—because if you did, the sheer intensity of the climax would break your partner’s back, or nose, or whatever. But when you’re restrained, you can exert total effort safely. Every muscle in your body can turn into steel cable, and it’s okay.”
She was looking thoughtful. “You sound as if you’ve had it done to you.”
“Once, a long time ago. A woman I lived with.”
“You enjoyed it?”
“Very much.”
“How come only that once, then?”
“She didn’t want to talk about it afterward. I think she was deeply disturbed by how much she enjoyed it. Which was her privilege; I didn’t push it.”
“But you’d try it again?”
“Well, I have to admit that these days it’s not what I’d call one of my premier urges. I guess I just feel like I’ve had my fill of being helpless, this last year. But if you wanted to, I guess I could get behind it.”
“Another time, perhaps,” she said softly, and lay down spread-eagled on her back. “Right now I’m yours on toast. Bring on your ropes.”
He used neckties, and was careful about circulation.
“Norman,” she said as he was securing the last knot, “can you see my handbag?”
“Sure, what do you need?”
“In the inside compartment there’s a vibrator.”
“Oh.” He fetched it, stopped on the way back to the bed. “You know, this is a hell of a first date.” All the tension blew away in their shared laughter.
Public Disgrace model Dylan gets bent over backwards in the stocks for a little old-fashioned candlelight illumination:
Mind the drip!
This series shows a pretty girl doing a striptease for a crowd of soccer hooligans, before she is arrested and led away in handcuffs:
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It’s Friday. Do we need a better excuse than that?
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The crane operator is a kinky bastard you know:
That’s Chloé des Lysses, aka Nathalie Boet, as seen here (along with a bunch of absolutely stunning pictures of her enjoying some serious anal penetration).
French fancy-shoe outfit Bocage has a couple of stylish bondage images in its current lineup of promotional material. I like what they’ve done with the traditional American “innocent woman held captive and ravished by wild Indians” narrative:
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I stumbled over these really pretty handcuffed-girl photos at a sort of “fresh-faced college girls” site called Face Down, Ass Up University. Karen is such a bondage cutie:
You can see more of her here (the sample pics are friggin huge!)
I’ve never seen these for sale anywhere, so I suspect they may have been hand-machined by a dedicated toe bondage enthusiast:
“Hooked” isn’t adequate to describe Kaydence Katchings’ experience of the Hogtied.com butt hook. Nay, I’d say she was well and truly gaffed:
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Some people put more effort into their bondage toys and tools than other people:
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