Bondage Blog

It looks like last week it was breath control play-day for Kink.com’s ever-willing Clare Dames, at Device Bondage:

The evil “device” of the day was a rather scary latex strangle-hood:

I guess she’s breathing (trying to breath?) through that tiny black hole the size of a cigarette or a pencil, but that’s gotta be a tiring and unsatisfying operation that occupies her full attention.

Here’s another unsatisfying exhalation:

That must have been one long and tiring day in the bondage porn mines. But oh, the treasure we get to enjoy as a result!

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• An Homage To Dolcett
• Bondage Dunking
• Slave Girl Training
• Water Bondage, Gor Style
• Japanese Bondage Dunking

Abel from The Spanking Writers was awakened during a nighttime power failure. The unrelieved darkness around him inspired a dungeon musing:

As I lay on the bed, unable to get back to sleep, I whiled away some of the time imagining a kinky variant of this pitch black world. The prison cells lined a narrow corridor, deep in some dank stone dungeon. No natural light here, just the flicker of the torches flaming on the walls. And before the guards departed for the evening, even those would be extinguished, leaving the women – the king’s captured enemies? - engulfed by the absolute darkness until morning.

Except, some nights, their captors would return in the middle of the night. The prisoners would wake at the sound of the dungeon door being unbolted, at the stomp of approaching boots. Each girl would be praying: don’t let it be my turn.

See Also:

• Restrained In The Dark
• More Dungeon Bondage
• Dungeon Bondage

Who doesn’t like to see a pretty girl tied up and tickled with a feather?

From Tickle Horror.

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• Tickle Bondage In Japan
• Learning The Ropes

Here’s a photographer who hasn’t forgotten what bondage is good for:

From Vintage Lust.

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• Too Dirty To Photograph
• Schoolgirl In Trouble
• Abject Sex Bondage
• Dungeon Bondage

Incorrigible safety Nazis may want to skip this link, because it features Kaya’s breasts with rubber bands tightly around the base and more bands tightly around the nipples. The visually striking result? Engorged purple breasts. Anybody got a riding crop?

(In this post I am preemptively slamming safety Nazis because I know some people are squicked by bondage that restricts circulation in any way. Yes, that color means that oxygen is not flowing to the tissues. Yes, in the long run, that’s bad. What does that really mean, in a world where people routinely slice up their own genitalia and rearrange it to suit their personal preferences? It means: the safety issues are the business of the nipple-owner.)

See Also:

• Wide Eyed And Boob Tied
• Really Big Breast Bondage
• Consent And Rubber Bands
• Big Breasts, Well Tied

Doesn’t Victoria Vonn have those classic corn-fed “all-American girl next door” good looks? It’s a pity (for her) that she’s being kept, chained to a radiator, on her knees in a dark room, as a blowjob slave:

Let’s pan the camera out, shall we?

Of course she’s going to want to get loose. Her cruel captors have teased her by leaving the keys in sight but hopelessly out of reach:

Sorry, girlie, but you’re never going to reach those keys. You’re staying right there until it’s blowjob time. ( Blowjob time, movie version )

From Fucked And Bound.

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• Chained In The Blowjob Closet
• Heavy Iron Chains
• Tied Blowjob Slave

I just love the way this poor bondage girl looks like she’s patiently suffering the latest indignity:

This picture reminds me of a stupid joke somebody told me yesterday.

Stupid joke teller: “Y’know, it almost seems like there’s something in the air this spring, something that’s making all the girls get pregnant.”

Me, idly curious but not buying it: “You think? What could that be?”

Stupid joke teller, triumphant: “Their ankles!”

Taping a girl’s limbs so that she’s all elbows and knees is a great bondage objectification technique. You see some of the more sadistic “pet girl owner” types forcing their slave pets to crawl around on knees and elbows like that, which looks like it would hurt like murder. But in this taped girl gallery from Shadow Slaves, the tape is just used to keep her quiet for a spot of helpless pussy licking:

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• Bandages And Bondage

When you betray a queen, sometimes the punishment is severe:

“She is under guard and awaits your decision, your majesty.”

The queen’s face relaxed, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. “If sex is to her liking, see to it that she is well punished and then send her into the underworld.”

He bowed and made a hasty retreat.

“Bring the wretch along,” he said to the guards, who promptly dragged the girl into a small, airless chamber. He ordered her to sit astride a stone phallus and the girl went wide-eyed. It was long and thick, not smooth like the real thing she now saw displayed from under his tunic, but with deep ridges and knobbles and ringed with a many pointed star fitted under the head. She swallowed hard and straddled the weapon, spreading her legs and slowly bending them at the knees.

“Must I suffer this?” she wept, feeling the tip nudging into her slit.

“It is the Queen’s wish,” he told her flatly, and placed his hands on her shoulders, exerting a strong downward pressure.

She sucked her breath as inch by inch the weapon filled her belly. Fully penetrated, she sat upright, keeping her balance, not daring to move. Inside her sex, the ridges and knobbles teased the delicate and tender petals. The pointed star rubbed against her vaginal walls. Already she was flushed with sexual arousal. The slightest movement of her hips and buttocks would have her on heat.

“Now ride,” Nefru ordered. “Ride it until you’re sore, and at the same time you can suck my cock.”

He saw no point in wasting such an opportunity. She was defenseless, with the guards now tying her hands behind her back, her slim legs thrown wide, her mouth open and there for the taking.

Nefru guided his cock into her mouth and placed his hands at the back of her head holding it rigid. A lash from the guard’s belt sent the girl into a steady rocking motion, bucking her bottom and digging her toes hard onto the stone flags. Riding faster now, the muscles in her calves and thighs hardened and flexed. Her bottom cheeks clenched from the huge weapon teasing her sex. Nefru closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of her warm wet mouth gliding up and down his shaft.

Soon the girl gasped for breath; half-choking on the organ stuffed deep in her throat, and inside her, the phallus was already doing its deadly work. Streams of love juice poured from her trembling sex and at its base, an artfully placed ridge was driving her to distraction, pushing hard on her swollen clit. Urged on by Nefru’s hands, her head bobbed faster over his cock and she felt its length suddenly harden. He thrust deeper and then suddenly erupted, filling her mouth and throat. She choked and coughed, unable to do anything but swallow the thick globules of sperm slithering into her belly.

“Please, I’ve had as much as I can take,” she wailed. “You’re going to take a lot more,” Nefru told her, wiping his cock head in her hair. “You’ll ride the weapon until your arse splits.”

From the book Temple of Darkness by Geoffrey Allen.

This looks to me to go all the way back to the “French Postcard” salon photography days, but it’s got everything: bad clothesline bondage, an extra girl with a whip (martinet, French, natch), and a grinning guy balls-deep in the model’s mouth who looks like a gay-dandy refugee from the musical theatre:

Stuff like this is why I pay good money for access to alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

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• Bondage Face Fucking
• Cheerleader's Bondage Blowjob
• Vintage Bondage Blowjob

Here’s another Grigbertz bondage drawing for your viewing pleasure. I’ve heard of dungeons that were dank, or damp, or even cold and wet with water trickling down the mossy stone walls. But this is ridiculous!

Somebody needs to complain to the Society For the Prevention of Cruelty to Imprisoned Cuties. No! Wait! What am I saying?

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• Pretty "Prisonniere" In Chains
• Still More Dungeon Bondage
• More Dungeon Bondage
• Dungeon Bondage

In which Beauty, she of The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, is made to observe the sexual training of slave princesses:

He led her on closer to the female slaves who were being worked in a different manner. Here Beauty saw a lovely red-haired Princess with her legs held apart by two Pages who with their hands massaged that little nodule between her legs. Her hips rose and fell; it was clear she could not control her own movement. She begged to be allowed peace, and just as her face flushed and it seemed she could not control herself, she was let alone, legs held apart so that she groaned miserably.

Another very lovely girl was being spanked and stroked at the same time by a Page who used his left hand between her legs to work her.

And to Beauty’s horror several were mounted on phalluses against the wall on which they worked themselves with wild contortions while the Pages in attendance wielded merciless paddles.

“You see each slave receives simple instructions. She is to work herself on the phallus until she achieves satisfaction. Only then will the paddling cease, no matter how sore she is. She soon learns to think of the paddle and pleasure as one in the same, and soon learns to achieve her pleasure in spite of the paddle. Or on command, I should say. Of course she shall seldom be allowed such satisfaction by her masters and mistresses.”

Beauty gazed at the row of struggling bodies. The girls’ hands were bound over their heads, their feet below. They had little room for moving on the leather phalluses. They twisted, trying to undulate as best they could, the inevitable tears spilling down their faces. Beauty felt pity for them, yet she so craved the phallus. She knew with deep shame it would not have taken her long to please the Page paddling her. As she watched the nearest Princess, a girl with red ringlets, she saw her finally achieve her goal, her face blood red, her whole body gone to violent quivering. The Page spanked her all the harder. She went limp finally as though too weary to feel shame, and the Page gave her a gentle approving pat and left her.

It’s true what the Hogtied.com marketing copy says: Berlin and her massive breasts are back!

See Also:

• Bondage Breast And Pussy Spanking
• Big Breasts, Well Tied
• Breast Bondage Fun

If you read a lot of “subbie girl” blogs (that’s my internal shorthand for blogs written by submissive women, no matter where they are on the lifestyle spectrum between “he spanks me on his birthday, not fair but I love it!” to “24/7 chained in the septic tank and and if I were only a better slavegirl it would be licked clean by now”) you’ll notice that they seem to get an enormous amount of “you’re not doing it right” comments:

I honestly don’t know what the fuck is up with that, although I suspect it has something to do with these constructed terms in BDSM (terms like “master”, “slave”, and even “submission”) that each of us has to construct for ourselves because there’s no accepted “social consensus” meaning. So you’ve got a bunch of people throwing around words that have intensely personal meanings, but none of the meanings are the same. Mix together folks who are still trying to construct the meanings for themselves with folks who have “made up their mind” and are trying to get their meanings accepted as the social consensus, stir in a dose of youthful hubris and a dash of internet anonymity, and you get “you’re not doing it right” blog comments.

Or, at least, that’s my theory. This post was inspired by some comments Kaya’s master made on the phenomenon:

One thing that I find hard to swallow at times is that someone can come on here and read the blog and make a snappy decision that we are or are not doing it right. That I am or am not a good Master/Dom and she is or is not a good slave. If this blog was a book, it would be like the readers only get to read maybe one or two pages of each chapter, when each chapter should consist of scores of pages. That’s not enough to make judgments like this one.

I’m torn by that remark. At one level, it’s manifestly self-evident. You can’t get a fair picture of someone’s lifestyle from dipping into their blog. Not only are you only getting one or two pages from each chapter, but most blogs don’t have all the chapters, and most readers don’t start at the beginning and read all of the ones that are there. So “you’re not doing it right” comments are both unfair, and silly.

But, and here’s why I’m torn, it’s important to remember that judgment can be both an internal action and an external communication.

Judgment in One’s Own Mind

The first part of judging is almost involuntary, and cannot (should not?) be avoided. Is this a blog I want to read? Is this a blog I want to link to? Am I comfortable with what’s going on, on this blog, comfortable enough to want these characters in my mental life? How do I feel about recommending these writings to other people?

You can “reserve” this kind of judgment to an extent, and read more while you make up your mind, but it’s not always healthy to do so. Besides, you’ve got to make up your mind eventually, if your participation (even as a reader) is going to be more than the shallowest sort of voyeurism.

Sure, it’s not fair in some abstract sense to make this kind of judgments on the basis of such shallow data, but it’s the only data we’ve got. Judgment is, accordingly, both necessary and inevitable.

Judgment As Communication

Here’s the secret that many “netizens” have not yet learned: it’s possible to keep one’s judgments to oneself. Telling myself “I don’t want to read that guy’s blog, his view of women is really twisted” is one thing. Telling some happy submissive woman on her own blog “you’re a terrible slave because you don’t powder your master’s balls with corn starch after you suck him off” or “you never seem to recite The Twelve Mantras Of Perfect Submission, are you sure you’re A Real Slave Girl?” is just rude, plus, it makes the commenter look stupid.

The “rude” part should be self-evident. It’s not a matter of phrasing, either. No matter how politely you put it, anything that communicates “you’re not doing it right” is rude. It’s the expression of the sentiment that’s rude, not the words you use. (Saying “no offense” does not help; the offense is inherent.)

The “stupid” part is explained by Kaya’s master’s observation: You just don’t have enough information about other people on the internet to be confident in the negative judgments you make about them. Sure, you’ve got to judge in the privacy of your own head — we can’t not do this — but you should always be aware that you’re doing so without enough info. Which means, yeah, it’s “stupid” to open your mouth and say anything that might expose your (almost certain to be) wildly inaccurate judgments to a broader audience.