Bondage Blog

Potentially awkward:

My little brother just asked me why I have handcuffs. How do I tell him that his sister likes being taken advantage of in the bedroom?

Another Text From Last Night.

Naked women chained to the oars, under the discipline of the lash. What’s not to like? And how did I ever miss this movie?

It’s a scene from the 1969 (oh, that explains how I missed it) movie The Magic Christian, as seen at ErosBlog.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Captured By Vikings
• Not Bound By Gravity
• Ravished By A Pirate
• Water Bondage, Gor Style
• Bound To Be Oar Spanked

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Not Bound By Gravity
• Seven Years Of Bondage Blowjobs
• In Her Face
• Six Bondage Blowjobs
• Kink Kong

A vintage postcard, intended to be comic I think. 1920s diet plan, maybe?

From Flying Cat.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Wooden Cage
• Bondage Postcard
• Caged Girl

According to the tumblr where I found this, we’re looking at Barbara Steele shackled to the pillars for her whipping in For Love and Gold from 1966:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Bondage Harem Girls
• Parade Ground Bondage Whipping
• Secured To A Post

This is magazine illustration artwork by James Dwyer, from the 1950s in Collier’s magazine.

Pandora Blake recently got a couple of spankings. Then the man spanking her tied her wrists and threw her onto the bed:

I landed awkwardly, hands still bound behind me. Normally I’d scramble to regain my balance, try to find out where he wanted me, but all autonomy had been shocked out of me. I just lay there facedown, breathing fast and waiting for him to act. He tied my ankles together with more of the rope. Then, with another length, he bound my thighs, just above the knee.

So I’m trussed hands, thighs and feet, unable even to steady myself for balance, high heels sticking out off the edge of the bed and aching breasts smooshed into the duvet. He climbs on top of me and busies himself spanking me for a while, which is actually kind of a relief. Hand spanking, that I can cope with, and I ground myself in the familiar, pleasant sensations. But then he stops, and I can feel his cock nudging against my bottom.

He slides the velvety tip up and down my crease, teasing me with its hardness; pushing, gently, insistently, pushing, just long enough for me to start to groan, to resign myself to the pain, to whimper, “if you’re going to do that, you’re going to need some lube” – when he stops toying with me and plunges himself into my cunt instead. In that position I can barely move, can’t do more than rock my hips back against him an inch or so, and the angle isn’t one that will get me off. But that’s not the point. He takes me ferociously, one hand pinning my shoulders, my head, to the bed, and I surrender.

All of which is the kind of bondage blogging I love to share with my readers when I find it. Hot, right? But after some more bondage sex in that mien, there was a totally unexpected conclusion:

Afterwards, I’m drowsing on the bed in a blissful haze when he jumps up and starts digging through a drawer. He gives me a kinky merit badge and I don’t guess until I’m holding it in my hands which one it’s going to be.

I didn’t see that coming at all…