Whip Kissing
A beautiful and classic submissive gesture, from The Training of O:
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A beautiful and classic submissive gesture, from The Training of O:
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They have some different customs in Japan, this I know. Bondage brides we have seen before. But showering her — even drenching her — in champagne? That’s a new one on me:
Another gleaning from an old directory of alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage downloads.
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The elegant simplicity of this restrained-wrists photo cannot be beat. She was bitching and nagging, so he made a show of taking off his belt. She was glaring at him, thinking he was going to try to spank her with it, when he caught her wrists and tied them securely. “Don’t worry, my love, you won’t be needing your hands for the blowjob you are about to ‘give’ me…”
Image credit: Hard Tied.
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A few days ago I posted a funnel girl bondage picture of unknown origin. Commenters Scymiral and Redshoe identified it as coming from Devonshire Productions, associated with the video DP-229. Although Devonshire Productions appears to be no longer on the web, nor its videos commercially available anywhere, that identification (thanks!) was enough to power up my search-fu and bring you several more photos from the funnel series:

I think in the case of this picture from House of Taboo, it would be eminently fair to wonder who is walking whom?

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Another tender moment from Infernal Restraints. The look in her eyes makes me wonder how many hours she’s been sitting like that:
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This is another hard drive gleaning from an old alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage download directory:

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From the sixties we travel back in time to the 1930s, specifically 1933′s The Sphinx:
Thanks, Scandy Factory!
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This is a classic example of the Hollywood-logic “if nobody can see her lips, nobody can hear her scream” gag technology:
From Belle de Jour.
You ever notice how in old movies and sometimes even in old bondage porn, the rope used is exaggeratedly large so that it shows up well on film or in the photo? Here’s an example from Spanking Blog:
There’s a chance this model won’t have appreciated the choice of camera angle, but you have to admit it does a good job the ample bounty of her bottom and thighs:
From My First Bondage.
This looks like horsing around on movie set, to me, but I don’t know the particulars:
From here.
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This is an interesting manga rendition of the traditional “scold’s fiddle” style of personal stocks:

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“Woman! Get your ass outside and clear the snow off my truck!”

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Nothing like a little suspension bondage in blizzard conditions to solidify your credentials as an “extreme” rope bondage model. Or, alternative explanation, her tent blew away:
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Soon enough, she’ll be tied wide open and fucked on that bed. But, for now, she waits:
From The Training Of O.
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From Erectus, this funny photo caption:
So, I says, “Woman!” I says. “Woman, make me some damn biscuits!” But does she make me some damn biscuits? No, she does not. Instead, she gives me trouble. So I tied her to the bedpost and went to work. She was mad all right, mad as hell. But she’s cute when she’s like that. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, she’ll make me my damn biscuits!
Of course we can rely on Infernal Restraints to revive a venerable classic like the whipping post. It combines the best features of helpless bondage and hopeless suffering, because she’s sure not going anywhere, and neither is the man with the cane:

Her body may be doing what she’s told, but her eyes are saying “God damn you fucker, when I said you could handcuff me and gag me and make me do whatever you wanted, I didn’t exactly have the fucking vacuuming in mind!”
Nobody ever remembers that chastity belts aren’t a great choice for cold wet climates:
From BDSM Und So.
It looks like our lucky photographer has caught himself a lively one! She’s lost her wrestling match, she’s well tied up, her stockings are running, but her eyes over the gag say she’s still up for a little bit more friendly struggling:

Cover art from Man’s Life, November 1955.
Via Fuck Yeah Karl Elvis:
“See if you can flipper your way into the living room, darling; if you can, I’ll feed you a herring.”
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This bondage enema scene comes from an old whips-and-canes stroke book (paper porn! how quaint!) called The Prefect by P.N. Dedeaux:
A comical sight met her eyes.
Two quite big girls, bare but for their stockings, were having a double enema. Kneeling side by side on a wide wooden bench, they had their arms secured behind them in wrist and elbow cuffs, their heads right down and buttocks thrust up. Into the amber anus of the one on the left threaded a red rubber tube which ran from a canister set on a shelf above. A second tube, of quite astonishing length, was just being inserted into the entrails of the girl on the right by the black-robed Matron, as Maria walked in to pay her respects and report on her finding.
“This I want to watch”, she said with a creamy chuckle, as the lightly-greased tube slid in, to the girl’s gaspingly protested oooh’s and aaah’s. Every now and then the Matron turned the tap of the canister briefly, to ease in the passage.
“Two notoriously costive girls”, she announced in her usual surly tone, “I mean to teach them a lesson. This is their third high colonic. Three litres of hot soaped water and turpentine. They take it together and the one who holds it the shorter time gets my martinet under her with a vengeance. She also has another dose, held up by a saddle strap with a nice big dildo attached to it. There … there you go, my monkeys, swallow it all every drop, there’s no way you can’t, so there.”
The tap was opened and soon the bent bottoms were rippling with quivers, quick muscular contractions as the fluid seeped into them. But Maria Daunitz had really to laugh when the girls stood up after it was over, and the tubes snaked out of their bottoms. Their expressions were so woeful, she had no idea an enema could be as corrective; moreover, their bellies were distended until they seemed pregnant, their arms still fastened behind them.
They were stood in a tiled bathroom, side by side, and in a second both were writhing. They were also sweating since the injection had been hot. Truly, she had seldom seen such miserable miens as the pair clenched their legs, or paced and bent, in their efforts to retain their respective doses. But she had work to do herself and couldn’t wait any longer, dearly as she would have liked to see that curious raised commode, with the sharp spikes around the seat, in urgent use. She supposed that with arms behind like this a girl had to sit down hard on it. However.
Excusing herself to the implacable Steinkopf, watching grim-faced with a martinet in one hand, she was half out the dispensary when there came a wail, a girlish cry – “Oooouuu, I can’t … it’s coming down!”, plus the sounds of a helpless, abandoned pattering of feet, then categoric noises, in particular a high-pitched pinging – and a scream!Maria Daunitz went on her way.
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Jessica Alba chained to a bed? Seriously, what’s not to like?
Apparently it’s from a movie called Paranoid, according to Danger Theatre.
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