Seven Years Of Bondage Blowjobs

One of the things that I don’t like about the serial blogging format is that posts and content keep moving inexorably into the past. When a post is lame, I guess that’s a good thing; but when it’s good, that’s a pity. Archives and “related post” links can only do so much — most of the old content is dead content. And Google is no help — at its best, it only keeps 500 to a thousand posts in its active index, so you can’t even search easily for a lot of the goodies in the Bondage Blog archives.

So, in honor of yesterday’s 7-year anniversary, I propose to make a few “best of” posts containing thematic sets of deep links into Bondage Blog’s past. Our first topic is the humble bondage blowjob:

  • This is one of my favorite bondage photos ever. It’s old, it looks amateur to my eye, and it’s additionally taboo because it features a mixed-race couple. And, of course, she’s tied up on the bed and giving him a blowjob.
  • This post is consistently one of the most highly visited from Google Image Search. And I can see why, it’s fantasy fuel of the first water. Crudely drawn? Sure, but still: It’s a cheerleader, on her knees, tied to a stake, giving a blowjob. What’s not like?
  • I don’t post enough from the vast wealth of bondage stories that float around on the internet. It takes an enormous amount of time and effort to weed through them to find the good ones. But I’ve found some gems over the years, and this bondage blowjob comes from one of them.
  • I think this is a nurse. She’s wearing some kind of uniform hat like a nurse’s, anyway. I’m in no doubt about the bondage blowjob.
  • This post celebrates the first gallery from Sex and Submission that really got down and sticky with an explicit bondage blowjob featuring steel restraints and a blindfold. Five years later it’s still fresh.
  • Goerges Pichard was the master of the graphic-novel bondage blowjob, usually in some abjectly-helpless context. This poor girl in ropes and servicing an entire line of military centurion-types is no exception.
  • I have a weird little micro-fetish for bondage blowjob scenes where you can’t really say what’s going on, but you’ve got a slave girl tied up with her face in his crotch, and why else would she be there? Fortunately, Hogtied.com has indulged me often over the years, with content for posts like these:
  • A genre of media I don’t know as much about as I’d like to is the Italian fumetti comics. This vigorous face-fucking of a woman with her arms restrained above her head is one of the reasons for my interest.
  • Did you know that a woman wearing a scold’s fiddle restraint could still give a perfectly good blowjob? It works great, at least if the guy has equipment that’s capable of reasonable extension. Learn something new every day!
  • Anime, oh anime! Where would Bondage Blog be without anime? Nowheresville, that’s where. And this simple frame from an unknown anime movie, starring an anime girl kneeling over a school desk, wrists tightly tied behind her, sucking some mostly-offscreen guy, is a classic example of why.
  • This is by far the oldest bondage blowjob photo on Bondage Blog, and I love it because it proves that our kinks are timeless.
  • This is not the first roundup of bondage blowjobs I have done. One Friday, I got bored
  • In fantasy and cartoons you can do things to a girl that would in practice tend to put her dinner in your lap. Like tying her head lower than her feet across the front of your Range Rover before introducing her to the dubious pleasures of your African pirate fiefdom.
  • This vintage blindfolded bondage blowjob photo is another perennial favorite with the Google Image Search traffic.
  • No bondage blowjob roundup would be complete without a manga girl in chains getting her suck on.

Oddly enough that’s really just a small fraction of the blowjob-related goodies featured here on Bondage Blog over the last seven years. (Most of the rest is findable by typing “bondage blowjob” into the search box in the right sidebar.) I hope you enjoy revisiting it as much as I have!

Seven Years Of Bondage (Blogging)

Yes folks, that’s right — today marks the 7th anniversary of the first post to Bondage Blog. Back then I wrote:

For all the sex blogs, kinky blogs, and BDSM / slave journals out there, there’s never been a blog devoted to exclusively to bondage. Now there is. Bondage Blog is intended as a celebration of the beauty of the tied female form and the pleasure to be found in consensual bondage sex. Expect links to entries at other blogs that talk about bondage, links to news stories about bondage, and links to bondage art and erotica wherever such goodies may be found.

I also expect to show a fair number of bondage pictures and artworks here – whatever tickles my fancy or might tickle yours.

I think back over these last seven years and it’s amazing how much has changed in the bondage world. For one thing, before Sex and Submission launched in 2005, nobody in America was making BDSM porn that mixed bondage and explicit sex. They didn’t dare; it was considered too risky. The only exception was in print — Taboo Magazine from Hustler. (Most of the photoshoots from that magazine since its inception are available online with a Hustler’s Megapass online subsubscription, which I consider one of the best deals in online porn for this reason alone.) But online? Until Sex and Submission, you had a lot of faked stuff — where penetration and bondage never happened in the same shot — and some isolated European arty stuff, and that was about it. When I blogged here about the new site, I said:

It’s always been puzzling that we combine bondage and sex in the bedroom, but we can’t get them combined much in our porn. I’m hoping Sex And Submission is the start of a new trend that fixes that glaring omission.

And was it ever! Bondage porn hasn’t been the same since. Once Kink.com took the risk and proved that sex and bondage wouldn’t result in instant obscenity arrests, there was an explosion of sexy bondage porn, and we’ve been reaping the benefits for half a decade.

There have been a lot of other changes, too, in the seven years that I’ve been blogging about bondage. Just a few of the others include:

  • Bondage porn blogs themselves have exploded, and are starting to diminish again. When I started, blogging was huge on the mainstream web, but sex blogs were fairly new and novel, and somewhat rare. There were lots of BDSM lifestyle bloggers, especially on places like LiveJournal, but nobody much who was blogging about bondage porn and pop culture. Within just a couple of years, though, there were dozens, then hundreds, then… the number became uncountable. For awhile, there was money to be made (a little anyway) by setting up a free blog somewhere like Blogspot, feeding it with porn via the RSS feeds provided by affiliate programs, linking it with a network of similar fully-automated robot spam-porn extravaganzas, and letting the search engines feed you enough traffic to make a profit (not hard since your costs were close to zero). That’s mostly stopped now, due to the free services cracking down on spammed porn, plus changes in the porn business.
  • Culturally, people are a lot less excited about blogs (and about the web in general) than they were seven years ago. Back then, the web was spiffy and exciting; now, it’s just a background utility, like the electrical grid. People are no more excited about “going on the web” than they are about “going on the street”. People still look at blogs — and I still have traffic — but they “live” other places on the internet — on Facebook, in their Twitter feeds, on Tumblr dashboards, and gosh-knows-where. One measure of this is that I get way fewer comments on my posts than I used to, despite having far higher traffic levels than I did “back in the day”. People are coming and people are looking, but they aren’t as engaged. This kind of blog isn’t the kind of place where they interact with the internet world any more.
  • People buy a lot less bondage porn than they used to. I do this for fun, but it’s also a business; I’ve got advertising and affiliate links and a managed hosting package that isn’t cheap. And as businesses went, it used to be pretty simple. Get traffic, send traffic, make sales, profit. But in recent years — really the last three or four, according to my sales statistics, but especially in the last two — there’s been a sharp decline in the number of people who are ready/willing/able to purchase online porn. They still come, they still view, they just don’t whip out the credit card. That’s caused … interesting … waves throughout the business, with lots of porn producers going out of business or having financial difficulties or … as is typical whenever business are in financial difficulty … getting hinky about paying their debts to people like the affiliates (raising my hand here) who send the traffic. These changes are probably structural and probably permanent, like the ones that shook up the music industry starting back in the 1990s. They make it more of a challenge to pay the expenses of keeping the blog going and to keep me in beer, and they change who is making porn, but so far, they don’t seem to have really reduced the amount of cool bondage porn being made. So, not yet time to panic. (Another nice thing about these changes: since there’s no longer much easy money to be made selling porn as an affiliate, the huge spammy networks of automated porn blogs appear to be dwindling and going away, presumably due to lack of profitability.)
  • Our U.S. culture has become much more accepting of BDSM and kink. Obviously there’s still a long way to go here. But when I started writing this blog, it was still routine for print magazines to run jokey articles about kinky topics full of “look at the freaks” derision. These still crop up, but are becoming rare; and in their place, we are getting more and more fetish fashion shoots in mainstream fashion magazines, more sympathetic kinky characters in movies and on TV, more handcuffs on the fashion runway, more celebrity interviews where we hear an unabashed fondess for kinky sex… Kink is coming to be understood by vanillas as something that happens throughout our culture, not merely as something that only a few weirdo freaks do. It’s not mainstream, but it’s becoming an accepted alt culture, and that’s really refreshing.

So, what does the future hold, for bondage and for Bondage Blog?

I think the bondage porn business is going to continue to change radically. Right now all the major porn producers (not just the BDSM producers, but including them) are scrambling wildly to figure out how they can survive in a world in which few people pay for porn, and the old “monthly subscription” model has gone the way of Lindsay Lohan’s virginity. Frankly I don’t have a clue how it will shake out, but I remain supremely confident that my fellow kinky horndogs will want to keep looking at freshly-made dirty pictures and movies, and that some sort of economic model will evolve to allow them to do so.

As for Bondage Blog, I plan to keep with it, unless technology and internet culture changes so much that nobody comes to look any more. I’m also trying (see my new Twitter account ) to follow some of the bondage conversations to where people “live” these days, so that I can bring some of that back to the blog. (I welcome suggestions on how to do that better.) Business-wise, the handwriting is on the wall — I’m not going to support this enterprise by taking an affiliate cut of (non-existent) porn subscription sales in the second decade of the 21st century. The recent redesign offers more valuable display advertising options to advertisers, a few of whom have taken advantage of the new zones; that may serve until the next internet business model comes along. We’ll see. It’s tough to plan a business model for a porn blog when the big guys who make the porn don’t know how or whether they are going to survive the next nine months. Luckily for me, my costs aren’t so very high, and Bondage Blog has always been in substantial part a labor of love. I can keep doing it for a long time — not forever, but for a long time — before the profit problem looms too large.

First and foremost, though, I plan to keep doing what I’ve always done — showing and linking my visitors to the best bondage pictures and resources I can find. I’m also trying harder to provide good identification for the pictures and artwork that I post; the longer I do this, the more frustrated I become by the people who strip away attributions and hide sources. So, when I can, I’m trying to improve my own practices, documenting where stuff came from to the best of my ability.

As I mentioned above, I’d love to hear your comments and suggestions on how I’m doing, or how I could do it better! What do you think I should do, to make Bondage Blog vital and interesting for the next seven years?

Brutal Bondage Art

I would like to know more about the mysterious H.W. who drew these brutal-but-cartoony bondage and whipping illustrations:

Google has largely failed me; one site claims they are the work of H.W. Hannau, a mid-20th-century photographer famous for postcard illustrations, including a series of Betty Page as beach bunny. But can I find any other drawings — BDSM or otherwise — by H.W. Hannau? I cannot.

Links or info would be most welcome in the comments.

Bondage Stocks In The Harem

I offer this pair of harem bondage paintings by Ferencz-Franz Eisenhut, a Hungarian who lived between 1857 and 1903. The first is called “The Pasha’s Concubine” and the second is “Before Punishment” — the punishment in question, judging from the foot stocks, being pretty likely to be some good old fashioned foot caning! (AKA bastinado or falaka.)

chained harem slavegirl

two nude harem girls in wooden bondage stocks for falaka foot caning punishment

If anybody knows where on the web these paintings can be found in higher resolution or larger sizes, links in the comments would be most welcome.

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Glamour Bondage Too Sexy For The French?

The editor of French Vogue is catching flak for publishing a tame bondage fashion spread:

Speaking of, Carine Roitfeld is being slammed as too sexy, or too sexual, or even sexist, reports The Guardian UK. When the December/January issue of French Vogue, of which she is editor in chief, started landing on the doormats of its subscribers, angry phone calls were coming thick and fast. The issue had a special guest editor – John Galliano – and came with a calendar for 2007 featuring 13 images of beauty Karen Elson, one of Galliano’s favorite models, in skimpy black clothes and tied up with curtain cord. ‘Glamour bondage’, as Roitfeld put it; nothing more shocking than you’d find in the window of your local Ann Summers, although, obviously, infinitely more stylish. But some of the subscribers ‘are furious’, she reports.

‘I think is beautiful and a bit osé [daring]. Is like a modern Pirelli calendar, non? We try to push. But my assistant is like this with the phone for three days now, listening to insults from feminists.

In France, you have Paris, and you have the rest of the country,’ Roitfeld says. ‘I think the rest of the country don’t like us, and we don’t know them … Those who don’t like the calendar are not from Paris, they are mostly from the other part of France.’

If anybody knows where we can find those photos online, links (via email please!) would be appreciated.

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Fingered In Bondage

I’ve always enjoyed bondage fiction that explores the specific link between bondage and sex. Although whipping and caning can be fun stuff, too much BDSM fiction does the “tie the girl up, whip her a lot, that was fun, story over” thing. The Bondage Blog motto (“taking pleasure in the beauty of restrained women”) demands just a bit more lubricity, thank you very much. Helpless sexual availability is what puts much of the fun in bondage, as demonstrated in this excerpt from a book called Controlling Catherine:

Without a word Nick leant forward and wrapped the blindfold around my eyes and then buckled it quite tightly behind my head. Instantly every sensation was heightened and fear shivered down my spine. I think I probably wanted to leave at that point but it all happened too quickly for me to react. Nick picked me up easily and laid me, on my side on the bed. I heard the jangle of steel and the cold bite of handcuffs as they were clamped onto my wrists and ankles.

I had never even dreamt of anything like this. I had perhaps fantasised a little about being tied up but had always imagined myself prettily laid out on a bed available and inviting. What Nick had done had completely thrown my thought processes. He had clamped each wrist to its corresponding ankle. My wrists were inside my knees so my legs were splayed wide and disgustingly open. The connection between the links of the handcuffs was short so my ankles were drawn up to my wrists putting me in a sort of frog position.

I had never felt so mortified in my life. Luckily I couldn’t see just how bad I looked. I think if I’d been able to see myself staked out in such a rude manner I might have freaked. I curled into the covers as best I could but it was so easy for Nick to keep exploring in my most intimate places.

Waves of humiliation swamped me as I whimpered to him, begging him to set me loose. His response was to poke one finger inside my far too available hole and jab it in and out in a rhythmical movement, twisting it firmly as it went in. Within seconds my arousal had returned and my predicament was forgotten. I found myself grinding towards his invading finger begging for more. Relentlessly it did its work, swirling and stabbing, poking and softening my entrance for god knew what. It was nearly impossible to breathe with the crippling intensity of what he was doing to me.

Just when I thought I would faint at the incredible rush of feelings, he turned me onto my back and I am sure you can picture the awful position I found myself in. The only option I had was to let my legs fall apart but still they were up tight to my torso so not only was my pussy available, my arse was wide open too. I tried hard to roll back over onto my side but all Nick had to do was push me back and I had no defence whatsoever. He could do what he wanted.

He manoeuvred my arms until my breasts were forced out in between them and gripped hold of my nipples. I yelped loudly when I felt a biting pain crush first one and then the other. I had to pant rapidly to accept the pain but Nick was amused by my antics.

‘They’re just nipple clamps, Catherine. You’ll have to get used to a lot worse than them before the night is over, so stop making such a fuss.’ With that he wiggled them about sending shards of biting pain through my crushed nipples and straight down to my crotch. I groaned again surprised at the warm spread of pleasure that stayed with me.

She Likes Hemp Bondage Rope

From Keeper and Kept, a ringing endorsement [links died and were removed] of hemp rope:

What came next was the rope. Oh. My. Gawd. If you haven’t tried hemp rope on bare flesh, I highly – VERY, VERY, VERY highly – recommend it. Master is a novice, so He didn’t tie any sailor’s knots (so far as I know) or anything really complicated. He bound each wrist to a corner-of-the-bed restraint, then bound the ends of those ropes together, across my chest. He tied it in a kind of bow in the center of my chests, with long ends dangling. That rope, my God. It’s sooooo sensual. Soft and supple and scratchy and just indescribably delicious. Some people self-identify as spankos; I think I may be a hempo. (Master: More, please! Errr… if that’s not too “topping from the bottom.”)

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