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Isn’t she the very picture of a bondage sweetheart?

From Rick Savage.

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Don’t read this little story excerpt if humiliating enema expulsion squicks you out. It’s not for everybody, but the dilemma bondage angle may appeal:

You will need to be punished, but I believe we’ll attend to *your* disciplining a little later.” Jacqui gave her a quick slap on the buns and pushed her to her feet.

“Lissa, go get dressed. You, slut,” meaning Anne, “over here. I think it’s past time to remind you why I don’t approve of jeans. Although I must admit they look good on you when they’re so tight.”

When Melissa returned, dressed in one of her ad-hoc off-the-shoulder tops and a skirt, Anne was bent over the bed with her jeans and underwear pulled down to expose her buttocks. The enema tube was thrust between them. Melissa watched Jacqui collar Anne and attach a cable to the collar while the bag slowly emptied. “Lissa, come over here.” Uncertain of what was being asked of her, she moved closer.

It seemed like Anne had taken much more water into her small frame than Melissa had held before Jacqui relented and removed the nozzle. The dominatrix then hoisted Anne to her feet and instructed Melissa, “Hold her hands and balance her for me.” As she grabbed the smaller girl’s wrists, Melissa saw the shame warring with concentration on Anne’s face. Jacqui pulled up Anne’s panties, then raised and closed her jeans as well, reaching around Anne’s waist to fasten the buttons and close the zipper.

Melissa was beginning to wonder how Anne would use the toilet when Jacqui produced a traditional oval bike lock and looped it through the front belt loops of Anne’s jeans before clicking it home. Anne wouldn’t be able to get her jeans down! With a smile, Jacqui picked up the loose end of the cable and marched to the bathroom. “If you like your jeans so well, you can just live in them, slut.” Once in the bathroom, she attached the cable to the curtain rod in the shower.

Her curiosity abated by disgust, Melissa started to turn away only to be stopped by Jacqui’s command. “No, you watch, Lissa. Anne’s being punished for violating the dress code. Think about it whenever you’re deciding what to wear.” Melissa had no choice but to watch as Jacqui leaned the Oriental against the shower wall and began to spank her. Anne cried for mercy and began squirming in an effort to evade the blows, but the spanking continued until she could no longer control herself. She grunted as a rush of dirty water soaked her crotch and ran down her legs, but managed to avoid a total loss of control.

Jacqui stepped back and Anne sank to the floor of the shower and cried. “Serves her right, don’t you think?” asked Jacqui. Melissa couldn’t think of a suitable answer and replied with a question of her own as they returned to the bedroom. “Mistress Jacqueline, when will you let her out?”

The reply convinced Melissa never, ever to go near a pair of jeans.

“Oh, she’ll come out when she’s ready to. I shoved the keys up her ass before I gave her the enema. Of course, with jeans that tight it might take her awhile to get them out, but that’s life.”

From Peer Pressure: Lissa by Virtual Scott.

In which Monmouth describes another one of his delicious assignations:

I didn’t close the curtains right away, enjoying the possibility of someone seeing her like this while I asked her pointed questions about her masturbatory habits for the past couple of days.

Forty-eight hours earlier, I had specifically requested that she avoid any and all self-stimulation, and under no circumstances was she to allow herself orgasms.

She had managed eight hours of the allotted period.

I think I managed to convey just enough dismay at this while I enjoyed her meticulously detailed description of the urgently-needed self-pleasuring she’d indulged in (and, needless to say, she’d enjoyed even more for having been forbidden to do so).

Fortunately, she had brought some disciplinary devices. A paddle, blindfold, and rope. All of which would prove necessary. I had brought her a present: A rubber ball gag, man-size, from a leather-fetishy gay sex shop.

Later, after I had closed the curtains, she stood naked, hands secured behind her back, attached to a rope halter around her chest, waiting while I punched an extra hole in the leather strap of the ball gag with a corkscrew helpfully provided by the hotel.

Her buttocks were already pink when I pushed the ball gag into her mouth and cinched it tightly around her head. By the time we were done, they would be sprouting purplish bruises that would last a couple of days.

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This bondage caning screencap is from an old Mood Pictures title, Ancient Regime:

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Another week, another list of bondage links:

• The things we learn viewing porn: If you duct tape her wrists to her ankles while’s she’s in a standing position, she’ll be neatly placed for the insertion of the inflatable butt plug.
• She may be chained in the bathroom next to the toilet. But she still thinks she can “little-and-cute” her way out of her predicament…
• Bad girls who need to be spanked? There’s nothing like a prison cell to keep them around until it’s their turn for punishment.
• This butt hook has a message, and the message is: “Don’t move.”
• Her Pulp Fiction moment: gagged, harnessed, padlocked in place, and wild-eyed about whatever is being done to her from behind.
• Chained in a tent. Her face says “Camping? Never again…”
• Sex with “restraints and weapons”? Turns out it’s virtuous.
• Campus bondage? It’s fuzzy handcuffs in the dorm room, I think.
• Long distance relationships, BDSM edition: “Master, I put binder clips on my boobies, just like you told me to.”
• Handcuffed to the bed and fucked up the butt — is it bondage date night again already?
• She’s slim and cute and gagged and handcuffed.
• Here’s a lurid poster protesting the force-feeding of female political prisoners in Victorian Britain.
• Bed privileges? They have to be earned. And she hasn’t.
• There are some sorts of personal services that only the best-trained slave girls can provide.
• Neckties for bondage, and a big available bondage booty. Fun!
• I think this photograph may answer the question: Just how tightly can you tie some nipples?
• A tilted St. Andrews cross makes a great bondage whipping frame, it turns out.
• He likes to take her out for public walks when she’s all tied up. Her? She doesn’t like it so much. If anybody asks, which they don’t.
• Like the man says, four sets of handcuffs and a dirty mattress, you’ve got a party!
• So you’ve got two girls tied up. What’s even more fun? The looks on their faces when they get their first glimpse of the long, greased, enema nozzle.
• How about a vintage photo of a naked nun being whipped with a martinet?

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Stripped, blindfolded, tied up, and told to wait until all the men show up. As if she has a choice:

And if model Lou Charmelle looks underfed to you, too, please don’t worry. Surely they will make her eat a sandwich or something?

Picture is from this shoot.

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Blackmailed into sexual compliance, Barbara is forced to accept an enema in front of a living room full of invited guests:

Barbara rolled over on her stomach and hung each foot off the sides of table like Beth told her to do. She rested her head on its side against her clasped hands. Beth’s faced appeared in front of her’s again and held up something for her to see.

“This is an enema nozzle. You are now going to start getting cleaned on the inside. From now on whenever I show you an instrument, I want you to kiss it and take it into your mouth while I explain the procedure to everyone. Understand?” The slight tremor in Beth’s voice was exposing her state of excitement to all present. Her breathing became shorter and her words more to the point. Her face was also becoming flushed.

“Yes, Mistress Beth.” Barbara kissed the end of the nozzle and parted her lips as Beth worked the nozzle gently into her mouth. The nozzle was unlike any Barbara had seen before. It appeared to be much longer, about 7 inches, and had a sort of rounded ball, close to a inch in diameter, about a half inch from the tip.

As she worked the nozzle in and out of Barbara’s lips, Beth explained to everyone that she would insert the nozzle into Barbara’s ass and open the hose clip which would then allow the contents of the bag, which held about a quart and a half of warm, soapy water to flow into Barbara’s intestines. She seemed delighted to explain that Barbara would feel the warmer-than-body- emperature water entering her and that it would soon cause her some discomfort and appear as though she wouldn’t be able to hold any more. Beth smiled widely and said that the adult body could hold 2 full quarts of water without any harm, but she kept it down to only a quart and a half because Barbara would have to hold this for a longer time than normal. When she completed the explanation, Beth took the nozzle out of Barbara’s mouth and told her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks w-i- d-e. Barbara did as she was told and spread her cheeks as wide as she could. She soon felt Beth’s finger work some kind of lubricant around her anus and then go directly into her asshole. The sudden sensation of pain caused Barbara to jerk, to which Beth responded by jamming her finger in farther. Barbara felt the finger work back and forth a few times before being replaced with the hardness of the nozzle. This, too, was worked in and out a few times before Beth roughly shoved it in as far as it would go.

As soon as Barbara’s body had gotten used to the ball deep within her, she felt the sensation of the water beginning to enter her. She had expected the water to be a soothing warmth that she remembered from the last enema she had when she was being prepped for childbirth, but this water was HOT! She began working her abdominal muscles to “grind” her stomach into the table in an attempt to ease the discomfort of the hot water. Each time she would grind her stomach into the table she felt her anus pucker around the intruding nozzle and grab it tighter. She heard Beth laugh and comment to the crowd that “the little slut likes it in the ass, look at how she’s working that nozzle in and
out by herself.” I wasn’t long before Barbara started to feel herself filling up. She now had an almost uncontrollable urge to expel the water. She tried to tighten her anal sphincter muscles around the nozzle to form a better seal and this action, too, was greeted by laughter from the crowd around the table. She began to feel a small amount of water trickle out of her ass and down around her vagina onto the table. She grimaced and gritted her teeth hoping she could hold it in.

“Do you know what this is, Barbara?” Beth was saying in a teasing tone.

Barbara heard Beth’s voice and realized she had closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw Beth holding something which looked a baby pacifier, only much larger and made of hard rubber.

“No, Mistress Beth” she answered. She felt the rubber object at her lips and then entering her mouth after she had remembered to kiss it. She was really uncomfortable now. She had to go to the bathroom badly and could still feel the water trickling down onto her pussy. She accepted this damn rubber thing into her mouth and listened in horror when Beth told everyone that it was a butt plug and would be inserted in her ass so she could hold the enema in longer while another procedure would be done. Barbara felt the tears forming in her eyes again. She couldn’t be expected to it in much longer. She surely would rupture something. As she pondered the thought of quitting, Barbara felt the nozzle being withdrawn from her ass. At the instant it popped out, she felt the butt plug being pulled from her mouth and forcefully jammed into the hole where the nozzle had been.

From The Atonement by Racecar.

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