Bondage Blog

How bad the problem is depends on what events you go to and where you hang out, but we’ve all encountered the phenomenon of the fellow (it’s usually, but not always, a fellow) who thinks being a jerk asshole is just “being dominant” and thus makes no effort to conceal just how big a jerk asshole he actually is. Erica Scot reminisces about one such:

There was a guy in the kitchen (not going to give any name or details) who was talking a mile a minute, blustering away about how he manages his slaves. He beats this one, fucks that one, beats AND fucks this other one. None of his slaves is allowed to close the door when she uses the bathroom (“It’s MY house, and I have complete access to EVERY room, ALL the time”). He went on and on about what he won’t accept, and said, “You can tell me no, but only once. You say it a second time, and you’re out the door.” Charming.

The funny think about people like this is, they always seem to not understand how small the world is. Karma’s a bitch, people; just read Erica’s post for the punchline, if you doubt me.

Wow, if this photo doesn’t take me back in time:

To their credit, ALS-Scan never claimed to do BDSM stuff — they just had a huge variety of costumes for their models (and still do — golfing, anyone?). But this chain harness outfit (with extra cheese!) from fifteen years ago brought it all back. Do you remember the days when just about every so-called BDSM photo featured a silly outfit like that? I do, but I sure don’t miss them!

We do this after dark so it won’t scandalize the neighbors, right?

Photo looks like an Irving Klaw classic to me, but I don’t know. Found it on UseNet.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Terry Torday Captured
• Tied To A Tree
• Forest Bondage And Ravishment
• Forest Bondage
• Tree Bondage

From Post Modern Sleaze, via an old ErosBlog post:

And there’s something else, pushed close against my clit. I recognise the hitachi and barely have time to utter a pre-emptive yelp before it roars into life and my body explodes with sensation.

It’s too much. I know it’s too much after two or three miliseconds. It’s too much but it isn’t stopping and I can’t move. I can moan though, which I do, as if the pressure against my cunt and inside me is trying to come out of my mouth. It doesn’t help. I have never felt force like it and it is force, brute force, commanding deep responses. It’s not exactly pain, it’s not exactly pleasure, it pitches between the two, in waves equally unyielding and incessant. I cannot relax into it and I cannot get away from it. Sometimes I’m sucked down by it, other times I can edge myself away a little but then the pitch changes and it’s too strong again.

I tense, almost as if I’m about to orgasm, but the pressure is too much and I can’t. Something has to give. So I started to cry with the helpless frustration of it all. All this time when I thought I was tied up to be the object and instead I am a whimpering scrap of flesh plastered to a bench in thrall to the real machines.

The last bondage links of 2011!

• Cute blonde in pigtails eats candy. That’s against the rules. So, before she even knows it, she’s tied over a log and whipped so hard…
• I don’t understand half the jargon, but if you are reading this and you’re a Second Life person, you might be interested in this virtual collar.
• Check it out: Bondage Sex And The Liberation of Culture.
• Cute emo girl with a nose leash — yay!
• Hot wax for the win. LOTS of hot wax.
• How to secure toes for needle play. Very very very securely…
• Bondage girl: she’s what’s for dinner.
• A nice secure gag in a padded cell … she’s sorted!
• A recipe for fun: an electrosex machine, some alligator clips, and lots of bondage tape.
• Here’s a hiking trip gone wrong: she’s tied to a tree while a masked man fucks her from behind.
• A nose hook and a blowjob.
• First he blindfolds her securely. Then he gives her a lollipop. And then? He pulls the old switcheroo…
• A bit of titty whipping. Ouch!
• Trunk passengers: best passengers.
• She’s rope harnessed and getting dildoed.
• John Willie’s bondagettes are always sweet and innocent. This dunce-cap wearing girl with tied wrists is no exception!
• Handcuffed dick-sucking practice.
• She has two dicks in her ass and an expressive look on her face…
• This leashed girl is being defiant!

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #60
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #59
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #58
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #57
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #56

Here’s a man who clearly knows what to do with a woman, as soon as he gets her tied up:

According to Captain Kidnap, this is from the movie Champagnegalopp — which in turn, it seems, is a film adaptation of the erotic classic The Way Of A Man With A Maid.

From a long and perhaps unfinished series of blog posts by Lori Adorable on the experience of shooting for Kink.com, her arrival at the Armory:

“And here we are.” He pulled the truck around the corner of the castle-like Armory and waited for a garage door to open in the back. My eyes widened as we drove inside and came to a stop. “This used to be the drill court. We mostly use it for parking now, but we sometimes shoot for Ultimate Surrender and Naked Kombat in here.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “Yeah it looks familiar.” The room was the size of a small arena, nearly twice as large as my college’s main basketball court. The ceiling rose up three stories and at the top level, all around the court if I remember correctly, was a seating balcony. I wondered if it was as old as the rest of the structure, or if they’d added it on later. If this was only used as a drill court, what could the seats have been for? In response my mind conjured up an absurd image: a whole army of WWI-era soldiers marching in lock step, their generals and majors and… whatever other high-up ranks there are, watching them from the balcony while eating popcorn out of old tins. Yeah, I’m sure it was *just* like that, I thought rolling my eyes at myself. My driver had already stepped out and was removing my bag from the back seat when I noticed the hot tub with a neon sign on the side: the scarlet K with a devil’s tail. As I opened the door to the truck I asked, stupidly, “Is that a hot tub?”

“Yes it is.” He smiled.

“Damn. Do you all get to use it?”

“That’s just for the models.”

“Fuck, if I’d known I would have brought a bathing suit.”

“What do you need a bathing suit for?” As soon as he said it I realized he was right.

“I dunno… isn’t it… unsanitary?” I weakly protested. He just laughed and shook his head, and I followed him across the court towards the glow of an open door.