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“I swear, I’m not going to that fucking beauty salon ever again!”

From Device Bondage (more here).

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Apparently there once was a TV show in Britain called Bad Girls. Actress Debra Stephenson looks bad, don’t you think?

Via Kinky Delight.

…of the kine that tread the grain. The future of industrial capitalism? Or just a business necessity when you use slave labor to process your illegal gemstones?

It’s a scene from a movie called Sleeping Dogs.

In which a bored crazy redneck dunks his wife, and switches her, and shares her with his cousin:

I pulled into the drive at my wacko cousin’s farm. As I got out of the truck, I gave the horn a beep. Tommy’s not someone you want to surprise, if you want to stay healthy. Did I mention he’s nuts?

Anyway I heard him yelling and after looking around, I saw him of in a distance, down by the barn. It looked like he had some hay on the loft winch, so I headed that way, to give him a hand. As I got closer, I realized it was a person hanging from the loft. I couldn’t help but wonder what the lunatic had done now?

Then as I got closer, I saw it was his wife Linda, hanging upside down from the loft. Her legs were separated by a bar holding them about three feet apart, the winch cable attached to the center of the bar. Her hands were behind her back, I assumed tied, and she was dangling over a fifty-five gallon rain barrel. She never looked better, but then again, it was the first time I had seen her naked. When I got a little closer I called out, “How’s it going cuz?”

Tommy looked up and gave me that stupid grin, shrugged his shoulders and he said, “Oh not to much, just having a little talk with the wife.”

Then Linda cut in and screamed, “Tell this crazy mother fucker to let me go!” She was struggling with her bonds and didn’t look any to happy about her current situation. However her situation was doing wonders for my libido, but I decided to try and help her anyway.

I was looking at her, but kept talking to Tommy and I asked, “What did she do, burn the eggs?” Trying to keep the conversation light and not upset Tommy. You never know, what’s going to trip his trigger and set him off, so you sort of have to feel him out.

Linda continued to squirm and shout obscenities, as Tommy answered, ” No, I was looking for a fairly clean pair of drawers and finally found a pair, under the bed. Problem is, they weren’t mine.” Then after a long pause, he continued, ” She claims they belong to her brother, but he’s stationed in Germany right now, so I can’t very well ask him.”

Linda let out a long groan and snapped, “They have his initials in the waistband, you stupid motherfucker!” as she continued to struggle with her bonds. She fought with the restraints for several minutes, not saying anything. It was easy to see she was running out of steam. She finally stopped wiggling around, breathless but not beaten, and screamed, “Let me down, or you’ll be one sorry motherfucker.”

“Those could have been anybody’s initials.” Tommy said, calmly. Then with a sterner voice, he said, “Many more motherfuckers and you will be one sorry bitch.” It didn’t take a genius, to know Linda had pushed the wrong button.

Now I knew Tommy’s argument was bullshit, since Linda’s brothers name is Zachary Aaron Quincy. The odds of anyone else in this part of the country having the same initials were very slim. I also knew Tommy wasn’t really mad, he was just fighting the boredom of Bumfuck, Mississippi.

I now realized he wasn’t going to hurt her too bad, just have a little fun. There was no point in trying to talk him out of a good time; and besides I was enjoying the view. Linda is a muscular, well-proportioned, lady, with short blonde hair and huge titties, which were presently slapping her in the face. Her light colored complexion was more red then white, at the moment, from hanging upside down.

Linda was now letting loose with a whole string of obscenities, although avoiding motherfucker, and Tommy was looking pretty annoyed. When he reached his limit and felt he had heard enough, he reached for the winch’s remote switch, which was hanging there.

A couple of seconds later, Linda began her descent. Linda continued cussing, until she realized she was being lowered. A look of shock and disbelief swept over her face, and she began to struggle in earnest, her huge melons going side to side, up and down. It almost looked like she was dancing; very erotic! “Please don’t do this; Bud, please stop him…”

It took less than a minute for her blonde head to break the water. As her eyes disappeared, I saw her take a deep breath. A few more seconds and her head was completely submerged, then those luscious breasts and then her stomach. When he stopped the winch, only her feet, legs and ass remained above the water.

Then Tommy picked up a hickory switch, from a pile I hadn’t noticed, next to the barrel. I heard the whoosh, as it traveled through the air and then the smack, as it found its target. A large nasty welt appeared on her ass, and then another. He delivered ten quick but effective lashes to that beautiful ass. Linda was struggling in vain and air bubbles were coming to the top of the water. Tommy then took the remote and pushed the up button.

As Linda’s body came out of the water, Tommy continued to use the switch, on her back, as well as her ass. When her head became visible, she was crying, spitting water and gasping for air. Once she had caught her breath enough to start cussing him again, Tommy simply said, “Stupid bitch!” Then he looked at me and he said, “Grab her nipples and pull her tits taut.”

I was more than happy to comply. Now he lashed the fold under her right breast and then her left. Two more lashes were applied to the folds of each tit. By now Linda was screaming and yelling, “You no good son-a-bitch! Please stop! Please stop! You rotten asshole!”

Tommy motioned for me to step back and once I did, he began to whip the rest of her tits and her stomach. There was more screaming and name calling, as Tommy delivered about thirty lashes. Her entire upper body was now covered with the ugly red welts. Linda was crying hysterically now, as her body convulsed wildly and she no longer had the energy to curse. She barely shook her head no, as Tommy reached for the remote.

Tommy had that stupid grin, as he pressed the button and Linda started back down. In a matter of seconds, she was ass up in the barrel again. Once she was in position, Tommy said, “Bud, spread her lips for me.”

Which I did, but not without first sneaking one of my fingers into her moist cavern…and I do mean moist. To my surprise, her pussy was soaked with her juices. Once I had her lips spread, Tommy took a fresh switch and began to whip her cunt and ass crack. Linda jerked around, but not with near the energy as earlier. The switch found its mark about fifteen times, before Tommy again reached for the remote.

When her head came into sight, it was easy to see Linda had swallowed a lot more water than the first time. It took about five minutes before she stopped coughing and spitting. Tommy did slap her on the back several times, in an effort to help her out.

Once she had calmed back down, Tommy took some safety pins out of his pocket. Next he took the nipple of her right breast between his thumb and index finger and sent one of the pins through. I almost came in my pants and Linda screamed like a banshee. He fastened the pin closed and reached for her other breast. After the second nipple was pierced and the pin fastened, he once again took the remote in hand and pressed the button. Linda took her third and final plunge.

With her once again in the barrel, Tommy reached for the lips of her cunt. I thought Linda was going to come out of the barrel, when he pierced the first lip. She seemed to take the piercing of the second lip a little better. Then he closed the safety pin, pinning both lips together, and started putting in a second pin. I started to worry about Linda, because she didn’t jump as much during the piercing with the second safety pin. But when she came up, she was spitting and coughing just as vigorously as before, and cussing to boot.

Once he knew she was all right, Tommy looked at me and he asked, “What do you think?” I looked at him for a moment, then I replied, “That’s real nice Tommy, except you’re not going to have anything to fuck for several weeks.”

Tommy didn’t miss a beat: “She’s still got an asshole and a mouth, ain’t she? And just to prove it to you, she’ll suck your cock right now — and maybe I’ll let you fuck her in the ass, later.” Then to Linda, he said, “Do a good job, or we start over!”

Now I really did feel sorry for Linda, still dripping water and bawling like a baby. It was plain she was in a great deal of pain, not to mention a very uncomfortable position. But what the fuck, a blowjob is a blowjob and the thought of fucking that tight ass sealed her fate with me.

So while Tommy lowered her, outside the barrel, to pecker level, I unzipped my pants and released my monster. I wasted no time in putting it in her hot wet mouth. She was doing a pretty good job, for someone hanging upside down with her hands tied behind her back. However, when I started toying with the safety pins holding her pussy lips together, she must have taken that as a sign to do a better job. Because I soon found out how good a person in that position could suck as she started inhaling my cock harder and deeper. When I felt my cum start to build, I reached down for those tender nipples. Linda went crazy on my dick and I had a climax I doubt I will ever match.

It’s from a story called Crazy Afternoon that wound up in a file on my hard drive, source unknown.

So I see this tweet from @franklinveaux:

So would it be a terrible idea to do a class on bondage for poly folks and call it “Two Girls One Rope”?

And I know I must be a terrible person, because my first thought is “well, I’ve seen fantasy artwork of two girls and one chain where the chain goes in one mouth, out the ass, in the next mouth, out the next ass. But I don’t think you could do that IRL with rope or chain either one…”

Sick puppy? Me? It’s possible.

Bondage links o-rama, baby!

• She’s chained, mostly naked, to a wooden post, during a snow storm. Chilly!
• Sometimes the simplest things are best. Tits, in rope bondage. No more, no less, just bound tits. Gotta love it.
• She’s just a skinny little cheerleader, roped and duct taped on the bathroom floor. And she looks a little bit scared…
• You know what’s scary about the midwest? It’s that those endless acres of tall corn, they can be hiding anything! There’s no telling what a depraved farmer gets up to when he dismounts his tractor, and nobody ever goes down between the rows to check up on him, either.
• You know we like winter bondage here at Bondage Blog … there’s nothing like shivering to make a slavegirl eager to please. But this week, Spanking Blog has posted a winter bondage picture that also includes breast caning. Can you imagine how much more that must sting, on cold skin?
• She’s face down, ass up, blindfolded, with her hands handcuffed behind her back and well out of the way. In a word, she’s ready for date night.
• If my eyes do not deceive me, it’s Rick Savage who has this beauty shackled and blindfolded and grabbed by the hair.
• I assume this is an art photo but it looks gritty and real and poorly lit. He took her out into the plaza (somewhere in Europe, looks like) and handcuffed her to the lamp post before starting to bone her from behind.
• The spider gag keeps Lorelei Lee’s mouth open while her entire upper body is drenched in cum. Can you say, bondage bukkake? I knew you could!
• This is a nice animated .gif in about 4-5 frames: a woman wearing a posture collar sucks dick, as her master uses the chain on her collar to control her up-and-down head movements.
• You know that nifty little physics-demonstrator desk toy, with the five hanging steel balls, where you pull one out to the side and let it fall, and it transfers its inertia through the three middle balls and sends the fifth one flying up and out? Now imagine scaling it up, and using suspended slavegirls instead of little steel balls. Fun!
• This is as simple as bondage gets. Handcuffs on her ankles. Handcuffs on her wrists. A blindfold. She’s yours.
• Your male bondage moment: the slave was ill-behaved and his master was out of beer money, so the slave got put out on the sidewalk, in bondage, to collect some spare change.
• Yowza and zap! This is one wired slavegirl. Her wrists are taped to mercury switches, so that when she can’t keep them perfectly still and outstretched (which is sheer agony after just a few moments for most of us) the current zaps her boobs and pussy. Is it any wonder she looks anxious?
• Just another hopeless slave girl, chained to the wall in just another faceless dungeon.
• Four comicbook-style views of the same blonde getting whipped while suspended. Crack!
• Small tits, tightly roped. You’d think she would be annoyed, but she is clearly loving it.
• This one is for the submissive men out there and for the people who love to hurt them: his balls are in a wooden stocks device, and somebody has shoved a piece of peeled ginger up his ass. All we need is a cattle prod and a cigar, and his life will be complete!
• Old school amateur bondage here: a gag, a tight tight collar chained to something up high to keep her on her toes, clothesline bondage, and clothespins on her generous bosoms. Who needs innovation?
• This cute college girl has been double-handcuffed to the stair railings by her new “friends”. She’s laughing like mad, because she doesn’t know they’re about to cut off her shirt with a pair of scissors, or that thirty sorority sisters gathering around have each been issued a long green willow switch…

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• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #25
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #24
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #23
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #22
• Friday Bondage Links Cornucopia #21

I don’t think we want to dwell for long on why this Japanese bondage girl is being “invited” to examine closely the contents of a chamber pot:

Just another old-school Usenet find.

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