You might have thought bondage and pole dancing were incompatible. If so, you thought wrong. All she needs is the right incentive!
Trust the gentle folk at Real Time Bondage to work all the bugs out of the procedure for you.
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Bondage Blog is not your safety Nazi. There are other bondage sites for that. But some things are fuckin’ basic. Among these: when you’ve got somebody tied up, don’t leave them alone. Just don’t. It can lead to death for them and deserved prison for you, even in a relatively compassionate jurisdiction like Canada.
If she’s got a “tied up and abandoned” fetish, there are ways to fake it. Sensory deprivation for her, misdirection, a hidden webcam monitored from the next room, a low-tech peep hole in the wall, be creative if ya gotta. But be safe. Bondage is supposed to be fun, and death is the ultimate bummer.
When they took her out of her basement cell this morning, she hadn’t had a drink of water since “lunch” eighteen hours before.
That was seven hours ago. It’s July, and this wing of the crumbling mansion has no air conditioning. And here she’s been in the cage ever since. Has Master come to give her a drink? Eh, not so much:
You’d cry, too:
Pictures are from Pain Gate.
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Back in the sexual dark ages when you couldn’t just buy nipple clamps at every corner drug store and bodega, kinky people had to improvise. But bobby pins were everywhere, and they got the nipple-clamping job done:
From Erectus.
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This may be the most awesome bondage birthday cake ever made:
Do you suppose people were going “hey, I want a piece with the anal-beads frosting” as they got served?
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I imagine he’s saying to her:
Don’t worry, girl. After I’m done introducing myself to you this afternoon, you and I are going to go for a nice long hike through the forest. My cabin’s about fifteen miles back in the bush, over a couple of ridges and up a rocky canyon where nobody ever goes. It’s a shame you lost your shoes when I pulled you out of your car, but they were pretty useless for walking in the woods anyway. It’s all for the best, though. By the time you get where we are going, your pretty bare feet might be a little sore, so I don’t think you’ll be trying to run away any time soon…”
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Ms. Jessy Krueger explains to her boyfriend (I’d translate her name for him as Handsome Kissy-Heart) why the iPad is awesome for looking at bondage sex porn in a public place:
