Bondage Snake Handling

Snake handling is tricky enough. There’s no denying that doing it naked and in bondage makes for a more compelling burlesque act, though!

bondage-snake-handling vaudeville act

bondage-snake-handling burlesque act

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Sore Knee Bondage

You would not believe how fast her left knee starts hurting if you just leave her alone in that bondage frame (not that I would be able to exercise that much self-discipline):

Kristina Rose suffering in steel bondage

From a Device Bondage shoot starring Kristina Rose.

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A Pretty Thief’s Public Punishment

the-thief

This is La Ladrona (“The Thief”) by artist Antonio Fabrés.

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An Evening With Maisey

This looks like a nice way to pass an evening:

a night with maisey - rope bondage, paddling, vibrator

The artwork is called “Maisey”, and Maisey is one of Andy’s Dames.

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Sacrifice Her To The Ice Beetles

There’s a kidnap gang on the north side of the lake. Ever since the winters got long, there’s been a rumor that they stake surplus women out on the ice. It keeps the ice beetles from getting so hungry they come right up off the shore and into the yurts:

ice-beetle-sacrifice

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Who Does Master Think He Is?

Kaya always makes me laugh with her tales of failed slave-petulance:

I hadn’t planned on having an orgasm. I was being petulant. It’s MY orgasm and I’ll have one when I want to. Not because he’s telling me to.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

He’d been hitting me, see, with all the stingy things that I HATE and he knows I hate them and I’d told him AGAIN that I hate them and he was hitting me ANYWAY.

So fine. There’s nothing I can do about that because blah blah blah slave blah blah. Hmmph.

Besides, there was literally nothing I could do about it being cuffed by wrists and ankles and neck to the frame. Stacking the deck in his favor, I see.

He kept on hitting me and I kept on trying to twist away from him and was reprimanding him, but my voice was muffled because did I mention I had the leather hood on, too? And he kept saying “What? crack What was that? smack What did you say? whack I can’t hear you.”

He thinks he’s so fucking funny. ~eyeroll~

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Eat A Cattle Prod

Abigail Dupree knew they had her fixed with her mouth open, so she couldn’t reject whatever they wanted to put in it. She was expecting maybe hot sauce, or pee, or maybe a hot protein injection:

mouth forced open

What she wasn’t expecting was a live cattle prod!

tongue zapped with live hot cattle prod

Have you ever put a 9-volt battery to your tongue and tasted the sour tingly ions? I wonder what a whole whomping lot of them taste like. But Abigail doesn’t have to wonder; she already knows.

From the most recent live show at Real Time Bondage.

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