Bondage Blog

“I’ve captured a pair of succubi…” And they need oiling!

From the Cumsprite sequence at Oglaf.com.

Friday bondage links time again!

• If this weren’t a manga style illustration, it would probably be too severe for me. Bondage ‘toon girl has been whipped until she bleeds, and then the whip handle stuffed up her ass…
• Oh look, it’s three breathtaking slavegirls, photographed Ken Marcus style.
• Here’s a unique angle on a nice tight crotch rope.
• She’s locked in wooden stocks and getting hot candle wax dripped on her bottom.
• A hair-pulling bondage blowjob. Yank yank!
• Fucked from behind while he holds her head under water? That’s just not nice!
• ErosBlog teases us with honeymoon hot sex pictures, but only hints at the five home-invasion bondage sex-burglars offscreen….
• She’s strapped to a spanking bench and hurting. Cute girl, pretty pain face.
• This animated .gif stars a blindfolded slave girl getting face fucked, while a very enthusiastic sister-slave kneels behind her, grinning and holding her mouth open.
• Enjoy some shady looking puritan-types who’ve got a woman stripped and tied to the stocks in their village square. Looks like whipping weather!
• Handcuffed and deep throated.
• Almost innocent: a cloth gag and handcuffs. Simple pleasures.
• These sorts of bondage belt-spanking scenes are a dime a dozen, but I purely do admire that bondage whipping bench.
• She’s shackled to a beam above his bed, and blindfolded with a scarf. Present the ass and pussy!
• The bondage rope in this picture is so scratchy, I can almost feel it. No “almost” for her!
• Do you need a sexy, kinky Christmas stocking? The ones from The Stockroom are clearance priced right now, only $4 each while supplies last. (The clearance price on these restraint straps is pretty durn nice, too.)
• A slave girl so often looks sullen just before she gets whipped and fucked…
• He’s making her drink from the toilet bowl. And he won’t touch her without his latex gloves on…
• Bondage nipple whipping — even the cartoon kind — never gets old for me.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #57
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #56
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #55
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #54
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #53

Obviously not a modern military organization, if this is the standard of prisoner treatment that’s prevailing:

Art is by Grundig, and this is from a comic called La Tsarine Noir.

Or, why spelling is important in BDSM:

@thekateblack:

Someone emailed me asking if I’d make him my collard slave. I have to refuse. I just really prefer kale.

Yet another excerpt from The Green Door:

Tara’s struggles made no progress against Betsy’s full weight pressing her against the wall. Betsy pulled first one arm then the other behind Tara’s back. The strap pulled them together above the elbow. Betsy held Tara by the dripping hair with one hand and grabbed the “glove” with the other. Slipping onto Tara’s arms was quite easy. The straps criss-crossed over her breasts and buckled securely under her armpits. Three more straps attached laterally along the glove. One above the elbows, one below, and a third just above the wrists. Betsy cinched these as far as she could. Tara’s elbows touched within their leather confines. The gag was next. She held it up to Tara’s gaze.

“Forget it Betsy.”

“Oh come now, be a good girl.”

Tara turned her face to the wall. “Fuck you, dear.”

With no hesitation, Betsy spun Tara around, back to the wall, and smiling grabbed a handful of her dark pubic hair. The leather pear slipped easily into Tara’s mouth. The tapering strap was just narrow enough in front to let Tara’s lovely lips protrude over the top and bottom. She moved Tara to face the mirror. Betsy wiped the steam away with her hand. “Now tell me you don’t look lovely.” Tara didn’t say a word. Betsy placed a wide strap around Tara’s waist. A second strap hung from the back of the waist strap, which was threaded through Tara’s crotch and buckled firmly in front. A leash was attached above Tara’s mound, and she was led to Robert in this fashion.

Robert still sat behind his desk. He looked up from his book when the two women entered. “Tara, is that a new outfit?”

“See, I told you he’d like it. Now kneel for him.”

Tara shook her head adamantly. resorting to the pubic hair again, Betsy coaxed her into a kneeling position. She threaded a long strap through the back of Tara’s gag and secured it to a strap at her ankles. Another strap went through the ring at the base of the glove and then around her knees. Tara knelt obediently, her face toward the ceiling.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Forced Bondage Pussy Eating
• Gagging Her
• Kneel And Serve

Good old Alebeard, the cruel creative genius behind Pain Toy, has a far darker perspective on BDSM than I do. He plays harder and his fantasies are darker and he has a lot more courage than I do when it comes to talking about the uncomfortable edges of the scene. Sometimes when I read the riffs on his blog, I’m thinking “Dude, go whip somebody and mellow out, you’re gonna scare the horses!” But, nonetheless, he often has insights I value, like this one:

We often find BDSM filled with protocols and rules, with little badges and foolish leather hats. What often gets lost however is that raw and powerful urge that brought us here to begin with.

It is less to me about balance than awareness, less about moderation than determination. We choose to explore dark places and in doing so we do not seek the light, we do not seek completion or honor, romance nor some higher path, we seek pain-filled filthy degrading terrifying fun for its own sake.

We far too often cloak this in romance and artistry for me.

We are monsters and prey who understand no.

I don’t think my urges are so dark and powerful as his, but like him, I can sometimes grow weary of the protocols and funny hats. Yet do I understand that for some people, these are the safety lines, the hard hats, the protective gear that helps ensure nobody forgets to understand “No.” And I’m a big fan of people enjoying kink at whatever level works for them, whether it’s party play so stylized you could be forgiven for confusing it with English country dancing, or dark screaming basement whip-extravaganzas of welts and tears and snot.

I’m not gonna back down from the joy I take in BDSM romance, though.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Pain Toy, No Panties
• Harnessed And Cropped
• A Pain Toy For Tit-Whipping
• Gagged And Spanked
• Bound And Whipped Breasts

I am a big fan of bondage and tickling, but I never thought to put a vibrator in the hand that isn’t doing the tickling. Nice forced orgasm fun! It’s from SapioSlut:

My bondage left him free to find my hot spots and explore what kinds of tickling worked best. I felt the tickling begin, and then all of a sudden there was a spike in intensity and I was trying to yank myself out of the restraints. I almost had one arm free, and I was ready to wrestle, but he strapped that arm back down snugly and proceeded to ramp it up further.

He took it all the way to that this-is-no-longer-fun line, but then he stopped and asked if I was OK. I was, but only because he had paused. I love how he brings his acutely sensitive observation skills into the scene: he notices and responds so that no harm is done – ever. If anything he leaves me wanting more.

His hands were tickling my ribs, tummy, armpits, and the fucking bottoms of my feet! I can deal with most tickling, but my feet are a gateway to I’m going to fucking get away from this whatever way I can. He found another spot like that, just above my right hip, and his fingers kept dipping into it and dialling up the intensity. I was going to get him – but it was all in my head. In reality his other hand grabbed the Fairy Wand, dialled it up and mashed it against my clit.

I didn’t know which was more intense. His free hand danced over my torso, tickling and teasing my skin, while the vibrator ramped up the clit sensations mercilessly. It was a short cut to forced orgasms. He didn’t have to wait for multiple orgasms to overwhelm me because the tickling had already pushed me to that level of intensity. I came, and then I came again, and then he tickled me and vibed me and I came some more.