His Bondage Puppet
Looking at all the spent enema gear on the floor there, I’m not even sure he has her complete attention with those nipple clamps. Her attention seems somewhat…internally directed:

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Looking at all the spent enema gear on the floor there, I’m not even sure he has her complete attention with those nipple clamps. Her attention seems somewhat…internally directed:

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Say you’ve got a couple of slave girls. They don’t like each other much, but they’re going to have to learn to get along. What do you do?
Well, it’s always possible that some enforced togetherness would help. Sure, there will be some initial resistance:

But, you know, with the miracle of electricity, you don’t have to do all the work yourself. Just turn on the power, go and watch some television, and let a few hours worth of shared orgasms, commingled saliva and sweat, and mutually-breathed air work their magic:

Before you know it: best friends for life!

The lovely ladies are Chloe Camilla and Payton Bell , and you can see more here from Device Bondage.
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If you’ve ever seen the cable show Chelsea Lately, you may agree with me that its hostess, Chelsea Handler, ought to try out the ball gag look as a regular thing:
The image (and backstory, which is complicated) come via Spanking Blog. Sadly, the baseball bat is never explained.
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After taking a rare “day off” from Bondage Blog yesterday, today I am scrambling to catch up with some posts of interest. And one thing I notice right away is this post at Spanking Blog linking to Zille Defeu and her kinky magazine article about spanking parties in suburban 1970s California. Nobody who has read this thing appears to believe a word of it, but that never stopped me from avidly reading the Penthouse Letters when I was (ahem) a young man, so who cares? And there is bondage in it:
Blindfolded, I was led into the room, and placed over what transpired to be a specially built spanking “horse”. After the height had been adjusted and I was in position, my wrists and ankles were securely fixed, and a leather girdle placed across my middle. I knew that my bottom was sticking out, because my jeans felt very tight. Twenty strokes were given. It was interesting to appreciate that some liked to give the strokes one on top of another, others side by side, whilst others preferred to give one high and one low. The final effect was that my bottom was stinging like mad.
After a minute or so, the assembled members were asked whether they considered me suitable material for membership, and there was a great cry of “Yes”. I was then asked whether I wished to proceed to the full initiation. I must admit that I hesitated for a second or so, because my bottom was stinging so, but then I agreed. Immediately, I felt the level of the horse being lowered, which eased the strain on my jeans, now seemingly bursting at the seams. I felt what seemed to be female hands reaching for the zip of my jeans and pulling it down, followed by the pulling down of my jeans to my ankles.
Although the room was comfortably warm, the baring of the bottom seemed to allow some of the heat to dissipate. The horse was then re-adjusted upwards until everyone concerned was satisfied that I was once again bent over as tightly as was possible…
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And sadly for you, you didn’t earn “eating with your hands” privileges this week. Maybe if you attend to your cocksucking lessons this week, next week will go better for you, and you won’t get so much tomato sauce up your nose:
From Shadow Slaves.
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This is a really clever predicament tie that I found here. As her arms grow to tired to hold her hands up, she’ll be forced to put more and more weight on the breast ropes. Nothing too extreme, but it’s going to get more painful over time:
