Steel Bondage Rack
This gleaming chrome steel dungeon rack is drawn by Robert Bishop (of course):
Racks: they don’t all have to be medieval wood and wrought iron, y’know!
Via Spanking Blog.
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This gleaming chrome steel dungeon rack is drawn by Robert Bishop (of course):
Racks: they don’t all have to be medieval wood and wrought iron, y’know!
Via Spanking Blog.
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Bondage links. It’s been awhile. Here ya go:
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So I found this blog called Down The Rabbit Hole where Master’s Piece (who refers to herself as “one”) is blogging about the pleasures of one of those anal hooks with the big pleasure ball on it. Sounds like a big win:
It was at that point when one made an interesting discovery. Apart from the fact that the body completely overlooked the tail end of the hook as it laid on it… that tail rubbed along the bed in sync to the fucking. It was like being double penetrated by the most superbly synchronised duo in history. In fact it triggered an orgasm so long one was actually begging Him to stop in the end. It is a strange fact that men do not understand, but an orgasm can reach the point of no longer being enjoyable. Of course He didn’t stop there, but eventually he gave into the pleading for mercy.
On the condition that one mentioned it in the blog…
Yes. He made one beg for mercy… during sex.
An interesting discovery indeed!
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I don’t think I’ve ever linked to a story involving bondage and the family dog before. But I thought this one had its points of amusement value:
She could tell it was work, likely his overseas contact. Occasional Mandarin scattered through his conversation. With her head upside down, she watched him tuck his cock away, and seem to forget her, tied here. He went into the kitchen and she heard the fridge open and close, heard him talking, then the slap of the backdoor, and his voice receding.
“Well, doesn’t that suck,” she said to no one. She tugged her left arm, her right, but she was tied tightly. Her legs didn’t so much as wiggle, her knees tied widely apart. Her tits ached from the clamps pressing on her nipples, but he hadn’t tightened them and for now it was bearable.
But she was almost unbearably horny. She could see the Hitachi in the corner, plugged in and laying as ignored as she was. Her pussy clenched as her nipples throbbed.
“I need to be fucked.” Her neck was starting to ache just a bit. She felt warm breath on her inner thigh.
“What the? Barney? No. NO! Go…git outta here. Go see Daddy. Daddy is in the kitchen. Go. NO, Bad dog. NO!”
Yet the inquisitive pooch was sniffing her…
Story is Ignored by Vanillamom.
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He found her in the yard, wild and eating his azelias. What could he do? He had to call animal control and have them send out a team to remove her.
It’s OK, though. They have a “special” facility they are taking her to.
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It looks like this slavegirl has just earned herself a treat:
From the cover of a bondage stroke book, I believe.
It’s porn, not real life. These girls are no more sorority pledges than I’m the king of Bavaria. But it’s still fun, if hazing fantasies float your boat! Here four young ladies endure ritual nudity and bondage humiliation for the sake of their future social life:
From Haze Her.
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