A Short Bondage Walk
I found this on UseNet, but I’m pretty sure it’s from the long-defunct Devonshire Productions.
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I found this on UseNet, but I’m pretty sure it’s from the long-defunct Devonshire Productions.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
You don’t usually see Asian models with such large boobs in this sort of stereotypical “Japanese bondage” style shoots. Which is a pity, because this girl is delicious:

Found here.
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I want to go swimming, but not before you get your Friday bondage links:
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I’m somewhat missing the point to this: she’s tied up and about to suffer a fate worse than nowait, the same as … what she probably would have been doing if she spent the night home alone?
OK, just to be obvious, I’m kidding. Context and consent do matter, obviously.
Art is from the Dofantasy comic Missing In Shanghai, by Kittyhand.
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The Kinky Librarian went to dinner:
At some point during dinner, MasterDoc ran off to get a lubed-up butt plug, brought it back to the table, and stuffed it up Nadia’s ass. Nadia, red-faced but clearly enjoying herself, remarked that this was just like Kink.com’s The Upper Floor – a civilized dinner party at which no one bats an eye when some sub girl bends over to take a butt plug up her ass. Truly, I expect no less at MasterDoc’s Home for Wayward Women. Nadia sat back down, and MasterDoc instructed her to wiggle about, to make sure she was getting the full effect of that butt plug. She obeyed, in obvious embarrassment, which I found adorable. I pointed out to her that her ears were turning red, and she wailed, “You saying that makes it worse!” Mwahahahahahaha! I’m a bad friend.
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Mounmouth remains the king of writing about his kinky sex:
I licked a puddle of sweat from the groove of her collarbone. Danielle sat on top of me, her wrists tied together behind her back.
She had ridden me like this, grinding down hard, leaning forward while I held her steady, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, my palms slick with her sweat.
When she came (again), I felt a rush of warm wetness at the base of my cock. And stillness. Sensitive to the point of pain, she needs a moment after coming, a pause after the frenzy.
Eyes closed, she rested against my arms, hair tumbling down over her face. “Please come in my mouth. Please.”
I extracted myself slowly and wiggled out from under her. She was kneeling, waiting, perfectly still. I stood up, pushed her hair aside.
“Open your mouth.”
Here’s a serious-but-fun post from Clarisse Thorn about re-imagining the existing biases and superstitions against S&M. She turns the popular vanilla vision of S&M as some sort of defective brokenness on its head, by laying out how different the world would seem if kinky traits were viewed as heroic superpowers. When I attacked the piece to try and find two sentences to blockquote, I failed; it was too intricately written, and I couldn’t find a partial quote that did it justice. So, just go read the bloody thing already: