Bondage Blog

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.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• A Violet Wand And A Tied Breast
• Gagged With A Rubber Bone
• Fancy Chains At The Upper Floor
• Sci-Fi Bondage
• An Homage To Dolcett

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.

Tied to a bench and punished with stinging nettles…yowza!

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Should Have Found A Patch Of Nettles
• Tied For The Stinging Nettles

Here’s an over-complicated fantasy version of a dental-style gag, being put to good use in the Dofantasy comic Reporter From Hell:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Captured Nun, Forced Blowjob
• They Do Groupies, Don't They?
• The Dubious Hospitality of Shark Island
• In Her Face
• Hungry For A Bondage Blowjob

A very high class bondage whipping scene from the 1967 move Belle de Jour:

Abel says his imagination is getting darker. That’s fine with me:

A large hall: oak beams, rafters. To the side, four girls. Naked. Tied from the rafters with thick rope, their wrists tightly bound, stretched high above their heads.

A gentleman would walk over and untie one of their number. He’d lead her across the room to his colleagues, and her punishment would begin…