Love Sucks, V-Day Shouldn’t

Of course I hope you are going to be far too busy in your home dungeon tomorrow to have any interest in kinky porn. But if that’s not you this year, perhaps you’ll appreciate finding out about the Kink.com “Love Sucks” Valentine’s Day sale:

love sucks valentines day sale banner 2024

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Hungry Caged Pet

Every day at feeding time she’s let out of the cage (if she’s been good) but she’s never allowed the use of her hands. The pet-mittens stay on!

caged petgirl wearing leather bondage mittens and a leash eats from a dog bowl

Artwork is by Lucy.

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Crime Scene Bondage Tape

What if bondage tape, only it said “crime scene” on it? Surely that would be somebody’s fetish! However, these images are from a German campaign of advertising against domestic violence about twenty years ago:

crime scene bondage tape

crime scene tape used for bondage

naked woman bound in crime scene tape

nude woman tied up with crime scene tape

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Delighted To Try Bondage

Have you ever seen a woman who seems happier about a scarf tied around her wrists? (Well, actually, I hope and expect you have.) This bondage newbie from a 1978 issue of Sex Games magazine certainly seems to be enjoying her light bondage experiment:

woman with a 1970s muff is tied up very lightly with scarves and has a happy smile on her face

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Humiliating Military Punishment

I’m not convinced that the President’s Guard in this particular mythical post-colonial African country is what we’d call a professional military organization by any stretch of the imagination. But they sure do take a stern line on punishing resistance to sexual harassment:

For Trudy Ramsay the day promised to be long.

She suspected it was no more than half done. She longed to scream at the injustice of what was being done to her. But she had been warned about screaming. It would be wiser to suffer in modest silence, with perhaps just an occasional moan.

The flat top of the post was about the same diameter as her bare bottom. Obviously they had been made for each other. The post was in the middle of the Barrack Square. Naked, she sat astride it for all to see. She had disgraced the guard uniform, so it had been taken from her. She would not have sat upon this four-foot-high perch had it not been for the ankle clamps. They were metal. At a cunning angle they fastened one of her feet to each side of the post, bent so that her knees stuck out and all her weight rested on her bottom. To complete the ensemble of penitence her wrists were unkindly tied at the small of her back. Trudy Ramsay was most definitely a fixture.

But, this being Zindawba, there had to be more. Unhappily she recalled her first sight of the coarse sandpaper glued to the circle of wood on which she must sit. It would have been bad enough without Sergeant Galla’s dictum. “Sandpaper’s better with a tender rump, love. Lie over my lap.”

The spanking had been shaming and hurt more than she would have supposed.

When the sergeant was breathless there was another girl proffering her knees and the impacts of her palm. And another, and another… In all, nineteen. By the time they were through with spanking her, Trudy’s bottom was ablaze and a fiery red. There had been no animosity in any of the slaps but they had hurt just the same. They had then all helped hoist her up on the stub of timber and fastened her ankles in the clamps, tightening the bolts with a spanner. It was all very efficient, and most unkind.

Sergeant Galla had summed it all up succinctly: “You shouldn’t have bit the warrant officer’s dink, love.”

“He shouldn’t have tried to shove it in my mouth.”

But that had all been gone over at her trial. It was generally conceded she had got off lightly. W.O. Ringbolt had demanded she be flogged. He had been conciliated only by the sergeant’s insistence that she was very new to Zindawba and would probably be a more obedient girl next time she was so honored.

“We have to, love. Al of us. He’s a terror, he is! But it makes a change from getting it up the other place below.”

Trudy had gained no solace from the sophistry.

With her blazing seat solidly planted on the sandpaper, and quite unable to move it an inch, she saw no solace anywhere. The day stretched endlessly. After it there would be others. Making the best she could of her plight, she mentally reviewed her life, so far, in the President’s Guard…

From Beloved Bonds by F.E. Campbell.

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Pillory Blowjobs

Pillory blowjobs are a staple of BDSM fiction and illustration, but they turn up in actual photographic bondage porn rather less often than you would think. But this one from Pleasure And Praise at Kink.com is worth celebrating:

woman in a white wooden pillory gives a blowjob

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An Orgy Of Shibari

From Oglaf, that moment when you realize the bondage party got a little bit out of hand:

web comic about a bondage guy who tied up everybody he knows

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