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This would be just another 1950s catfight picture, if it weren’t for the face slapping and the blissful expression on the face of the girl getting slapped:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Pet Her Or Slap Her?
• Bondage And Face Slapping

Elaborate rubber gear is its own fetish for sure, and I’m never quite clear in my own mind how much overlap it has with the bondage community. But you don’t need to be a rubber fetishist to appreciate this partial rubber hood Lucy is wearing:

From this House of Taboo gallery. There’s also some movies.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Rosaleen Young In Rubber
• Rubber Suck Hood
• Boobs And Rubber Tubes
• Vacuum Packed Girls (And, Meat)
• "Please Fill Mah Bucket..."

It’s a good thing the question is rhetorical, because I don’t think she’s going to improve her situation if she says “Because you’ve got me trussed up like a Christmas turkey, you asshole! Unless you order me to sit still and blink my eyes, I’m pretty much out of the order-following business, you stupid fuckhead…”

Another panel from Reporter From Hell, previously seen here.

Friday again, time for some bondage links!

• He came all over her face … and all over her blindfold!
• Tied naked in the snow and tormented with pine branches? Brrr!
• A bondage bunkmate might help keep you warm (or at least, sexually satisfied) in the lesbian prison.
• Two nipples, two tight clothespins, one well-punished slavegirl.
• Tight rope bondage and rough anal sex — two great tastes that look good (and feel good) together!
• Oh, the pain of long needles in her breasts!
• Her arms tied behind her back, she’s whipped and fucked at the same time! It’s a comic by Kovacq, found at Spanking Blog.
• Cute amateur Asian woman, lightly blindfolded, with cum on her face and tits.
• Gagged, tied, and double-penetrated!
• Self-bondage in 1930s Minnesota: “Soon they heard cries for help and found the girl lying near the road, her ankles tied with a piece of new clothesline and her own handkerchief around her neck where it had fallen after she pulled it out of her mouth.” But it was a foolish schoolgirl plot…
• Have you ever wanted a comfy bondage sex sling? Because it’s today’s daily special at The Stockroom.
• She’s duct taped — and laughing so hard behind her gag that the “halp me!” face she’d like to be making just isn’t working. From here.
• More pleasure than any human could possibly stand! In the bondage sex machine, of course.
• Bondage sex picnic? Best picnic.
• This collared slave girl has rubber bands around her breasts.
• I think it’s traditional, if you’re going to tie a woman to the examining table with her legs in the gynecological stirrups, to remove her pantyhose first. Isn’t it?
• Up close and personal view of a labia piercing. Ouch!
• Her condition must have been serious if her medical professionals tried to cure it by tying her down — naked! — for a good breast whipping…

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #62
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #61
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #60
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #59
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #58

It’s the classic Eric Stanton heroine, Blunder Broad, getting herself milked in bondage:

From Kinky Delight.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Escape Into Bondage
• Whipping Red Gazelle
• Water Buffalo Girls
• Milked In Bondage
• More Sweeter Gwen

I’ve found I can get away with giving her the most outrageous gifts, as long as they are pink. (This is a woman who wants a Hello Kitty Smart Car; your mileage may vary.)

It’s the Deluxe Female Chastity Belt from The Stockroom. Don’t forget the heart-shaped locks!

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• Pink Collar Bargain
• Bondage 101: The Kit
• Kinky Feather Roses
• Pink And Black Hogties
• Humiliated By Pink Handcuffs
• "Oooh! Pink Bondage Tape!"

There’s a rather erotic scene at the beginning of Aishling Morgan’s book Captive where our heroine is relieved of her chastity belt (and shortly afterward, of her virginity) by a lusty warrior. Notwithstanding her socially-mandated ritual struggles, it’s clear she’s very much an advocate for the success of the proceedings:

The invader gave a thoroughly human roar of lust at the sight of her naked breasts as he jumped into the room, and any illusion as to what was happening was dashed from her mind. Seizing a pair of scissors from her dresser as the man’s hand closed on her other arm, she stabbed at his chest with all her force, deliberately aiming for what she judged to be the strongest part of his armour. The scissors broke and she was being drawn into his body, taken in metal clad arms, pushed back towards the bed. He held her tight as he struggled to shake off his clawed gloves in defiance of her writhing, squirming body. For a moment she beat her fists on his chest, thought better of the futile effort and reached for a weapon. Her hand found the neck of a vase and she brought it down on his helmet, scattering flower petals, water and shards of pottery across the room. The man took no notice whatever, shook off his second glove and pushed her hard back onto the bed.

Elethrine went down, feeling a pointless flush of embarrassment as her breasts bounced and wobbled to the shock of landing. Her ankles were seized, held hard in one huge hand as her legs were lifted and her skirts and petticoats fell away, exposing the seat of her drawers. Most of her weight was in his hand and she could do nothing, only beat her fists on the bed and yell out the ritual insults to his manhood. He ignored her, pushed a hand between her thighs and tore open the slit of her drawers, exposing the lock of her purity girdle. Pulling his sword free, he jammed the end into the keyhole and twisted, only to curse as the sword tip snapped.

‘Try the one over the fireplace, it’s Dwarven,’ Elethrine said quickly.

The man gave a grunt that might have been thanks and lifted Elethrine bodily by her legs. Her skirts fell over her head and she was forced to take her weight on her hands, leaving her helpless and struggling upside down, knowing that her thighs showed. The man grunted and Elethrine felt a pressure on her lower belly as the sword point was pushed into the lock of her purity girdle. A snap sounded and the man laughed as the girdle became suddenly loose. Elethrine found herself choking at the sheer power of emotion that came with the bursting of her purity girdle.

He released one ankle, making her squeak as he wrenched the girdle free, to leave only the flimsy ruffles of her pantalettes between him and her sex. Then those were gone, torn away to leave her nude tuppenny gaping to his gaze, open for him, for his fingers, for his cock. Dangled upside-down, she felt totally, completely helpless, exposed for his use in an utterly undignified pose, nothing concealed, breasts bare, bottom and tuppenny showing in a froth of torn lace. She began to kick her free leg in a futile display of resistance, only to have his hand close on it and haul her thighs wide.

Elethrine’s breath was coming in deep, ragged pants as her open tuppenny was inspected for virginity. Burning shame filled her head at the blatant intimacy of the act…

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• The Chastity Belt Challenge
• Chastity, But No Protection
• 16th Century Chastity Belt
• Ravished By A Pirate
• Chastity Enforced By Steel Bondage