No time this morning to do a detailed post, but I wanted to remind everybody that with Valentine’s Day coming up, this red leather collar is looking pretty awesome:
In case you don’t already know it, Valentines Day can be a great time to add a little sexual adventure to your life…
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Because bondage anal is extra special, that’s our theme today: buttsex bondage links!
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The honors for “bondage picture caption of the week” go to Pat Powers for this caption of a Sex And Submission photo:
“You’ll not be boarding this shapely lass, lest ye get a broadside from her backside, mateys!”
When you see it, you’ll get it.
“Honey, stay right there and hold this for me. I’ll be right back to see about your caning, I just need to pee and to check my email. Don’t go away mad…”
From this shoot at Device Bondage.
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Normally I don’t post anything that looks at all snuffy. When nooses enter the picture, it stops looking like good clean dirty fun to me, and more like the documentary about that bad man from the internet your momma warned you about, the one with the trash bags and the duct tape.
But sometimes, the picture is just too damned pretty to ignore, like this shot from Hard Tied of Cherry Torn with her neck in a noose:
And how can I resist when Cherry calls herself “willing art” and posts pictures from the shoot with the noose on her blog, saying:
My new room will have a noose like this, maybe even another one over the bed. There’s just something about a constant, dangling reminder of filthy sex. I love that you can practically feel the veins pulsing in my neck and forehead.
Answer: I can’t.
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From Giftwrapped, by Ny:
Dave drew a deep sigh. Cari was a sensible girl, and would eventually stop chasing him; if worst came to worst, he was graduating in a couple of months. He tried to make himself hope fervently that she found a guy in her class to throw herself after before then.
Thus barely motivated, Dave dragged himself into his room and pulled the closet door open…
To see Cari.
Cari tied up.
His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her, kneeling with her head down, her wrists bound with cotton rope so white it glowed against her rich, dark skin; her body wound about with rope like a cocoon, or a spider’s web, so much so that he could barely see the flimsy white clothing she wore; rope looped about her thighs, her knees, spiraling around her lushly padded tummy and into the soft folds of her flesh; rope wound individually round each of her barely-draped breasts, holding each up and out to its own angle, the nipples poking out; rope wound around her arms, like cord bracelets. He stared at her, kneeling among his shirts and jeans, her tumbled curls falling unbound about her face and shoulders.
And, to his shock and dismay, he found himself getting very, very hard. As Dave struggled desperately to keep himself detumescent, Cari slowly lifted her head, to shock him with the grin on her moon-shaped face.
“Hi,” she said, as if she were greeting him in a hallway. “Happy Birthday.”
Dave finally found his voice. “Wha? Who? Why are you in my closet tied up?”
“Oh, this?” she said innocently, looking around at herself. “Giftwrap.”
Via Usenet, this is apparently a panel from Sexual Hostage In The Desert by Lubrix.
