Reese Witherspoon Tied Up
Of course, it’s for a movie, according to Danger Theatre:

Of course, it’s for a movie, according to Danger Theatre:

Hey hey hey, it’s Valentine’s Day!
And you know that that means. Lots more blowjobs than usual.
Some sexual pundits like to make a big sad hairy deal out of that. All those sexually dysfunctional couples out there, one day a year he might get extra lucky, if he buys the roses and the chocolate and the jewelry, what a chump, right? But the way I see it, there’s a lot of couples in a much happier place than that, but they get in a routine, they get bored, they get tired, they get lazy. This is a day they remember to treat each other nice, and when that happens, better sex happens too.
BDSM couples are not immune to this. Even if your definition of “nice” is extra-tight bondage and a flogging, you still need to log out of World of Warcraft long enough to get the slave tied up properly. Only the best ones can tie themselves, you know, and I haven’t met one yet who can give herself a proper warmup spanking!
So. Valentines is not just “Blowjobs Day” for vanilla couples. It’s also a good day for bondage blowjobs, too. And in that spirit, I offer a little list of Valentines Day bondage blowjob links:
Just another detail from a panel of the Rebels Whore Camp sex comic by Templeton. We previously saw other parts of the comic here.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
I knew that the old science fiction pulp magazines featured bondage covers all the time, of course. But usually it’s women-in-peril stuff; girl strapped to ticking atomic rocket bomb, that sort of thing. I never realized there were pure BDSM scenes like this out there:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Now this, you have got to admit, would be the fun way to see the sites of a foreign city:
People would pay real money for this service.
The naked pony girl rickshaw puller is Amabella and you can see more of her at this shoot from Public Disgrace.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
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Another magazine illustration of a Western bondage scene by James Dwyer, from the 1950s in Collier’s magazine.