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There are a lot of ways you could launder your sticky slave girl after a gangbang. This is probably not the best one:

Image courtesy Public Disgrace. Shoot trailer: here.

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I’ve seen one or two samples of this extremely-rigorous computer-graphics bondage art sequence floating around on the tumblers. But I just stumbled over the “mother lode” — or, at least, a substantial set from the series on this Japanese image board. If any of my readers can read the language and if there’s any useful information there, please do share in the comments!

I think the most amusing thing about this set is how, in many of the images, a certain sort of bondage fetishist’s thoroughness is so clearly visible. Not only is she plugged in ass and pussy, but she’s even got a tube or plug of some sort up her virtual urethra:

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It’s not politically correct but it is pretty entertaining:

From Kinky Delight.

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It had to happen. It were inevitable. And the scariest thing? My girl would actually be deeply delighted if I presented her with one of these:

To be honest, though, I’m not convinced this was ever a product. It looks to me like it got hand-crafted up from some spare bondage gear and, oh, I dunno, a squeezy-squeaky dog toy?

Pat Powers found it.

However sexy you find claw-fingered gloves, you shouldn’t imagine they are a recent innovation. This photo is from 1937:

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Seriously, what’s not to like?

Found here.

There’s a reason you haven’t seen anything here at Bondage Blog about fifty shades of anything that’s been on the cover of Newsweek lately. But I couldn’t be arsed to articulate that reason. Fortunately, pretty decent BDSM author Laura Antiniou nails it on her facebook page with 50 Shades Of Sellout:

“Then you’re really going to be Mine!” he thundered. “Because I Alone can teach you the gift of submission, give rise to your slave heart, grant to you the loving dominance of My Masterful Aggression, all tempered, of course, with rationality and with all due care and attention given to risk-aware negotiation! I will teach you to serve Me with your submissive soul, your passive power, your girly gushiness, train you to come at the snap of My Fingers and find true freedom in your complete subjugation to My Will. Yes…you will even learn…Bad Grammar.”

“Triple crap!” Tiffany declaimed. “All that? But…how is that possible? It all sounds crazy! And yet…when I look into your charcoal eyes under that irrepressible lock of ebony hair, as I run my searching, trembling fingers across the steel buttons on your sable silk shirt, all I can think of is…Jesus Christ, I am so horny I can die.

World. Does. Not. Need. More.

Discovered via Violet Blue.