I just stumbled across a new-to-me site called Squirting Virgin, the theme of which appears to be taking cute models, tying them up, and then bringing them to screaming (well, they are trying to scream through their gags anyway) wet squirting orgasms with a Hitachi Magic Wand. Yes, this is relevant to my interests:
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Renn Faire tickle stocks are always good for hours of clean bondage fun:
Image is from this YouTube video:
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This helpless bondage position is drawn by the artist Luis Tobalina:
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As Erectus has it, “This requires a careful study.” She’d best hope nothing gets singed!
What I tell you three times is true: Friday bondage links, Friday bondage links, Friday bondage links!
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Heavy chains are often too impractical for play, but the visual appeal of a heavily chained woman is hard to beat. Here it’s Elise Graves waiting to be tormented further at Infernal Restraints:
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Remember the Jawbreaker candy ball gag from The Stockroom? I’ve always loved the concept, but in its first incarnation, it was a complicated and expensive affair — lots of leather and metal to support a somewhat ephemeral payload.
Thus I was tickled and delighted to discover that The Stockroom has now released a radically cheaper and simpler version of the same toy. The new Jawbreaker gag is just the drilled candy ball with a plastic insert and a PVC strap — all the same fun at just one-third of the old price!
Sadly there are no “special” flavors available…
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When you go to dinner at The Upper Floor, the table settings are uniquely luxurious. For instance, your fingertips are protected from the icy chill of cold flatware by means of this unique self-warming silverware holder…
Picture via this gallery.
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Another find from Asstr.org:
Our first date was for dinner and then to my apartment for some drinks. Suzy mostly all night smiled and didn’t say much. I gave her a soft kiss on the lips and she seemed to like that. Soon we were on the couch with her in my lap kissing. We worked our way to my bedroom where I hadn’t hidden a Harmony Bondage magazine on my night stand. Suzy saw it and I said I was sorry and she said no it’s ok.
I went to the bathroom leaving Suzy looking at the magazine. When I came out, Suzy had used the blue silk scarf she was wearing to blindfold herself. She had removed her blouse and bra and folded them neatly on the chair. She was still wearing a short blue skirt, white stocking, and white sandals. She heard me come out and when I approached her she said: “yes I want this” and then placed her hands behind her back.
I opened my night stand and took out a roll of my favorite bondage tape. It only sticks to itself so you can use it without hurting. I always had lots of it around since most girls like bondage if you don’t hurt them. So this is an easy way to introduce them to the role they play. So first I start at her hands with her palms together wrapping the black 2 inch wide tape around them and continuing up her arms. She is quite flexible so her elbows touched without any problems. Once I got to her shoulders, I started wrapping the tape around her upper chest and over her wrapped arms. I wrap down to the top of her breasts then go under them and keep going down to her hips just above the skirt she had on. I kissed her and played with her breasts until she climaxed.
Then I removed the rest of her clothing and laid her on my bed. I pushed up her knees and spread her legs and worked my tongue on her until I got her over the top again. Suzy was breathing heavily but keep her smile going. Then I got undressed and put a condom on. I lay on my back and helped Suzy straddle me placing her on my shaft while she balanced on her knees as she lowered herself. I held onto her breast as I pumped slowly enjoying the view and the soft moaning sounds Suzy was making. After a prolong intercourse we both were hitting the climax. I grabbed Suzy in a bear hug and pulled her down on top of me. We just melted into each other for what seemed to be hours but was probably only a half hour. I took off her blindfold and she asked me if I enjoyed myself…
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This would be an uncomfortable bondage position even before the breast caning started:
Art is by Georges Pichard and is, I think, from his graphic novel The Road to Repentance.
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From Asstr.org:
I got to know Susan by helping her with the HP calculator that used RPN. She never would have passed if I hadn’t helped her. She showed up at the apartment I was renting with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange juice. She said she passed all the courses and wanted to celebrate with me.
We nearly finished the vodka when the UPS guy showed up with a package for me. Susan wanted to know what I had gotten. I told her it was a surprised for Mary, but Mary and I had broken up about a week before this. I told her I wasn’t going to open it right now and I went to the bathroom. When I came back the box was opened. Well, she is a woman after all, what else could I expect?
Susan was holding a leather mask with removable eye pads and mouth covering. Also in the box were four leather cuffs with fur lining and O-rings on them with a matching collar. Susan asked if these were for Mary to use on me or me to use them on Mary. I quickly told her that I was the master and I used them on her, besides the cuffs were too small for me.
Susan asked if she could try the cuffs on and put her feet up on the coffee table. I asked if she was sure, and Susan said no problem, she had been tied up lots and didn’t mind it. Also this was new to her with the leather and all and she wanted to see what it was like. I didn’t ask twice and placed one each on her slender ankles and then one on each wrist.
She got up and was dancing around having fun then she tossed her hat on the chair and let her blonde hair fall to her shoulders. She then put the collar on herself. Susan then asked me in a child like voice, can I be your slave? I said sure take off your dress. Susan did a very sexy slow dance pulling off her dress. What does my master desire of his slave now she asked? I told her to take off her bra which she did. Man I enjoyed them perky 34C’s as they bounced to her dancing.
I gathered up some of the equipment and clipped Susan’s hands behind her back and then put the leather helmet on her. I clipped on a leash and put the eye pads on the helmet leaving her mouth open. I kissed her and she responded passionately. I placed a finger to her lips and she took it her mouth and gently sucked on it. I tugged at the leash and she followed as I led her to my bedroom. I placed her on my bed on her side the clipped her ankles together. Then I used the leash to bind her ankles to her wrists. I moved her so her head was at the edge of the bed and then dropped my pants. I was rock hard and couldn’t wait for those lips to be around my cock. Soon Susan was sucking and moaning until I exploded and she took is all and kept going. Susan became my slave at that point. Life is good!
Here’s a cute girl stuck in the pillory with wet sponges thrown at her, from a reality TV show:
Bound Slut writes about some recent bondage tickling:
I was told to go to the bedroom and was tied face up spread eagled to Masters bed. My ankles were through the metal frame and all cuffs tied with rope to it. Master then started to tickle me.
His fingers started on my feet, working over the top of my feet then to the sensitive soles, soon i was begging Him to stop and giggling. Next He moved to my ticklish spot behind my knees, i was laughing and begging Him to stop, thrashing around and pulling against my restraints. Masters fingers moved to my pussy and He started to tickle me all over my pussy and in the creases between my pussy and thighs. I’ve never had this before so didn’t know just how ticklish i was there but it was worse than behind my knees. I was begging Him to move back to my feet but He kept on tickling my pussy…
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Here’s Kink.com model Cherry Torn on what it’s like to date vanilla guys when you’re a kinky sex worker:
I can’t help but wonder what these boys expect of me. My first date was so polite I didn’t touch him once and as a fuck-first-ask-questions-later type I hardly knew what to make of it. I’m so used to dom guys that take the lead I’m still learning how to fuck different. Luckily I went back for seconds, because it was definitely worth it. He’s the the first non-industry person I’ve seen in years, an interesting complement to the convenient coworker bang that is my norm.
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This little gem of comic book anal sex in bondage comes to us courtesy of Dofantasy:
Artist is Ferres.
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I doubt that’s a comfortable suspension for her, but it sure is convenient for him:
From Lou Kagan’s Manor de Sade.
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I’ve got a pile of bondage links in my clipboard, so it must be Friday:
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If you had a well-stocked dungeon like this to play in, you’d never watch television again:
Picture is from The Training of O.
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The thing I’ve always liked about the bondage photography in Hustler’s Taboo magazine is the bright lighting and brilliant textures in the photosets they publish. This red ball gag and bright stainless steel collar are a perfect example of what I’m talking about:
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This video is utterly devoid of naked people or sex. Nonetheless, it is deeply kinky and will amuse you:
Thanks to alert reader “D” for sending it along!
Hey, creepy guys! You know who you are … no, wait, probably not. Damn.
Let’s start over: Hey everybody, I wish I knew some way to make all the creepy guys on the BDSM parts of the internet go read this:
If you are the kind of person who sees a BDSM picture on a blog and is moved to post a comment that addresses your sexual demands to the model in the picture, you need to read it twice.
I love the way Holly nails the difference between real life kink culture and the version you always see on TV:
If there was one fact about BDSM, just one, that I could communicate to the culture at large, it would be this: at just about every BDSM play party I’ve ever been to, there has been a bowl of M&Ms.
Those M&Ms may be, as last night, part of a nice spread with cheese and fruit and cookies. They may be the dessert to a full dinner with hot meat and veggies. Or they may be jammed in the back corner next to some ripped-open jumbo bags of chips and 2-liters of Coke. But they’ll be there.
These M&Ms are, in some deep way, symbolic of the essential humanity and normalcy of kinksters. We may be freaky perverts, but we still like candy just as much as anyone else. And we still like to stand around the candy bowl talking and joking. And we’re still considerate enough of each other to remember to put out candy. The little M&M bowl stands as silent and delicious proof that even the most bizarre-seeming parties with people running around in diapers and chastity belts getting beaten and shocked and lit on fire are still parties, still places people go to relax and connect with one another.
Every time I see “S&M” represented in the media, I look for that M&M bowl. Or if not literally, something akin to it, some small indication that the same person can be genuinely and seriously kinky–and damn sexy about it–and also be a “gotta leave by 12 because I have work tomorrow” real person. TV bondage clubs never have M&Ms.
This bondage blowjob artwork appeared (without artist credit) in Secret Magazine #22:
Found at The Pleasure Principle:
I met NinjaMan at a Halloween party where I went as a prison girl. He asked, “Where’s your hand-cuffs?” I said, “Oh this outfit came with shackles but I forgot them.” NinjaMan said, “I’ll be right back” and he dashed away. He returned a few minutes later with real hand-cuffs and real shackles.
Now, ain’t that downright hospitable?
Wow, is this really the twentieth week of bondage links?
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There’s very little that compares with the exquisite dirty look you get from a woman just before you gag her with something from the pet department. In fact, the only way to top that look is to take a heavily used rubber bone, ostentatiously pretend to wipe off the dog slobber on your leg, and then gag her with it.
Image is from Hard Tied; there’s a two minute movie clip, too.
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I was looking over the sale items for the Spring Fling Sale from The Stockroom, when I was dumbfounded to discover that The Twisted Monk’s fancy hemp bondage rope is now available from them. And better yet, it’s on sale!
Monk’s bondage rope is justly famous in the BDSM world, because it’s lovingly prepared and dyed with rope bondage in mind. Kudos to The Stockroom for adding it to their inventory! From their catalog:
Hemp rope is the highest quality natural fiber rope on the market. It is a favorite among rope bondage enthusiasts. This hemp rope is organic, fair trade, and processed with allergen free and animal free oils. It is all 100% vegan and animal friendly. It is conditioned using a special ten step process.
Industrial hemp is made from the plant, Cannabis Sativa. This means it is “true hemp” (unlike lower grade Manila hemp which is made from bananas). The raw rope is of the highest quality Romanian hemp rope.
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I happened upon an ancient Liverpool Library Press stroke book the other day, and found it full of ravishment and light bondage:
“What’s happened to me, What’s happened to me,” she moaned incoherently. She tried to move but she couldn’t. Her body refused to follow the dictates of her mind. She could see the Arab standing over her, an evil grin etched obscenely on his face. It was strange, she was fully conscious and yet could not move. Her eyes could see and her mind could understand and yet she was helpless. She watched him move about the bed, her eyes rolling after him like a helpless bird cornered by a hungry cat. He removed her suitcase from the other side of the bed and reaching under his robe, withdrew a short piece of rope. The rolling eyes widened in terror as he tied one end around one of her wrists and pulling her up on the bed, ran the loose end around a brass rod in the middle of the top bedstead and tied her other hand to the end. She was secured helplessly, both arms over her head.“There my proud little one. You make a beautiful picture like this. If Shalla didn’t have better plans for you, he would save you for himself.”
Jean’s dress had hiked up over her hips now and the full ripeness of her upper thighs and belly were visible to the gaze of the Arab. He ran his tongue around his lips wetly, enjoying the torment the poor girl stretched out before him was going through. He could feel his cock hardening under his pants as the girl began struggling weakly against the bonds that held her tight. Her legs scissored open and closed weakly as her body fought the deadening effect of the potion. He could see the dark triangle visible through the thin sheer material of her panties, he promised himself he would get more of that later after he had put his lan into effect. He would make some money today from this little American girl. The men on the streets would pay well.
The initial shock of the potion had worn off and she could move now. This was good, he had planned it so that she would only be immobile for several minutes at the most while he tied her down. He had timed it well.
“Please, please,” Jean whimpered, “what-what have you done to me?” She suddenly felt as though she ere descending from a cloud. A moment ago, she was watching all of this through detached but seeing eyes, she could feel nothing. Now the feeling was returning to her nerves and the full horror of what was happening to her tumbled through her unbelieving mind. This couldn’t be happening to her. She had heard about such things, about being raped in hotel rooms in Europe but she hadn’t in her wildest thoughts ever considered it happening to her. It just couldn’t happen, not by this hideous creature leering down at her with those horribly cold and unbending eyes. She would die if he touched her, she clenched her eyes tightly shut as if she could blot away the scene and make it not exist. But it did exist. The taunting voice of the Arab came through the darkness of her closed eyes.
“We shall have ourselves a time today, my dear girl,” he said, “and we shall make some money. Have you ever worked before, my dove?”
Jean lay silently, unable to speak for the shame and humiliation of the helpless position she was lying in. She wanted to reach down and cover herself but the ropes binding her wood only allow her hands to come down to shoulder level. She could not reach her dress to pull it down and cover her exposed thighs and stomach. She clamped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting to hide her precious treasure between them. She could not see but she could feel his eyes burning into her there. She squirmed on the bed against the bonds until they felt as though they would cut through her wrists. It was hopeless.
The Arab sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to her bare thigh, running his long fingernails along the inner softness. He suddenly pinched, making a red welt rise beneath the fingers.
“When Shalla asks a question, you must answer. You belong to him now, at least for the moment.”
From Abducted Bride (LLP/101) by Jon Reskind.
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According to the March 2010 issue of the British lad mag Zoo, starlet Madison Welch enjoys a bit of bedroom bondage:
I love being tied up. It’s a thrill to feel like you’re doing something forbidden. Once, I handcuffed myself to my boyfriend’s bed and waited for him to come home. Little did I know, his mum had a spare key and was coming around to pick up his laundry. I heard the key in the door, but there was nothing I could do! I got caught red-handed — and very redfaced…
I am quite taken by this combination posture collar and muzzle-gag device. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like it:
Picture comes from the February 2004 edition of Hustler’s Taboo.
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I found this on a Tumblr, along with a to-do list:
Things to teach my girlfriend:
- deep throat
- to kneel and await commands
- how to lick ass
- how to shut up
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Training, training, training … a good pony girl is nothing without training.
From a Dofantasy comic called Black Van 3: Shortcut to Hell, by Roberts.
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I’ve never played with a cattle prod, but I’ve played with milder electrical toys, and I don’t mind saying I purely love the way you can use them to dial up a sensation that’s 100% aversive. That frantic tension as she does everything in her power to avoid the shock, but is too well tied to have any hope of doing so… mmm, yeah, tasty.
That’s Missy Minks cringing away from the cattle prod, courtesy of Wired Pussy. Click the pictures for more, or click here for flash movie clips.
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There’s a genre of bondage activity I think of as “face bondage” that seems to focus on distorting a woman’s facial features. The exact nature of the fetish excitement is unclear to me, but I expect pain and humiliation and degradation factor into it, as well as taking away the ability to control what goes into tender orifices. This Japanese example is a fairly thorough and very representative sample of the genre:
Found here.
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This tape gag for Pamela Stephenson comes from a British reality TV show:
Thanks to Danger Theatre.
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It’s Friday. You want your bondage links. This is the right place to be, then:
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To my discerning eye, it doesn’t look like providing an oral pedicure was exactly what Kiki Koi wanted to be doing today:
But then, that’s the sort of thing that happens to innocent candy-stripers when the sadistic lesbian night nurse catches them alone, right?
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Sounds like these people know how to party:
Good, we got high then went swimming. shelly forgot to keep swimming so we tied her to the ladder in the shallow part with her bikini top.
Another Text From Last Night.
You got to love a girl who is still grinning after she’s all tied up:
From Bondage Vacation.
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As much porn from the Kink.com family of websites as I’ve seen over the years, I can’t off-hand recollect ever seeing a shoot for any of their sites that contained any significant amount of tickling. But the thing is, they have done seventy-zillion shoots — there’s a good chance they have done a few heavy tickling scenes, and I’ve just missed it.
So here’s my question, superfans: are there any Kink.com tickling scenes out there? If you know of one, I’d appreciate a comment saying which site it was for and (ideally) roughly when it was and who the performers were.
This creepy bondage panel is from a comic called Angie Infirmiere De Nuit:
Monmouth has been having fun again:
She came to the door wearing an elegant, tailored cocktail dress, black. Bare legs. High heels.
And something else, also black, which she had texted me about 20 mins. earlier.
“I’m here for the inspection,” I said by way of greeting, shut the door behind me and instructed her to bend over the back of the sofa.
She obeyed, waiting while I unpacked a few important items from by bag and put them down on the table behind her, cataloguing them meticulously for her: a pack of condoms, a bottle of lube, a ball gag.
The gag went in first. I recall a slight twinge of regret that I didn’t get her one with a white ball – the black that I went with looked good, but the white would have gotten delightfully smeared with her lipstick when I put it in.
Having secured the gag I turned to her hands, pulling her wrists behind her back and fastening them together with a cuff made from my own necktie.
Then I pulled the cocktail dress up, stroking her bare legs along the way, gathering the tight material around her hips, framing the fullness of her pale buttocks. She wasn’t wearing underwear. However, she was wearing the butt plug she’d texted me about earlier – a black, hand-poured silicone delight I had given her for her birthday a few months earlier.
She moaned when the first slaps landed on her buttocks…
