Bondage Blog

If you must drive a Mercedes Benz, do it in full bondage style:

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Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Arrested Girl, Plus A Stunning Car
• In Her Face
• Bondage Squeegee Girl

Don’t you wish you had a slave who was this dedicated and obedient?

Found here.

You got to love a girl who is still grinning after she’s all tied up:

From Bondage Vacation.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Grinning In Handcuffs

As much porn from the Kink.com family of websites as I’ve seen over the years, I can’t off-hand recollect ever seeing a shoot for any of their sites that contained any significant amount of tickling. But the thing is, they have done seventy-zillion shoots — there’s a good chance they have done a few heavy tickling scenes, and I’ve just missed it.

So here’s my question, superfans: are there any Kink.com tickling scenes out there? If you know of one, I’d appreciate a comment saying which site it was for and (ideally) roughly when it was and who the performers were.

This creepy bondage panel is from a comic called Angie Infirmiere De Nuit:

Monmouth has been having fun again:

She came to the door wearing an elegant, tailored cocktail dress, black. Bare legs. High heels.

And something else, also black, which she had texted me about 20 mins. earlier.

“I’m here for the inspection,” I said by way of greeting, shut the door behind me and instructed her to bend over the back of the sofa.

She obeyed, waiting while I unpacked a few important items from by bag and put them down on the table behind her, cataloguing them meticulously for her: a pack of condoms, a bottle of lube, a ball gag.

The gag went in first. I recall a slight twinge of regret that I didn’t get her one with a white ball – the black that I went with looked good, but the white would have gotten delightfully smeared with her lipstick when I put it in.

Having secured the gag I turned to her hands, pulling her wrists behind her back and fastening them together with a cuff made from my own necktie.

Then I pulled the cocktail dress up, stroking her bare legs along the way, gathering the tight material around her hips, framing the fullness of her pale buttocks. She wasn’t wearing underwear. However, she was wearing the butt plug she’d texted me about earlier – a black, hand-poured silicone delight I had given her for her birthday a few months earlier.

She moaned when the first slaps landed on her buttocks…

See the anticipatory grin on his face? He’s expecting to enjoy what comes next:

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