So Always Aroused Girl went to the AVN Awards for Jane’s Guide, and there she took these excellent photos. Namely, it’s Bondage Blog perennial favorite Madison Young wearing a fetching collar and pearl leash, being tugged along by none other than comedian Margaret Cho, who clearly knows how to party:
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I like a good bit of artistic rope bondage as well as the next guy, possibly even more than some of them.
Looking at the pictures, I mean.
When it’s just me and my girl and some rope, I always get distracted. I mean, she’s right there, usually naked, shivering a little, and I’m, what? On minute seven of winding rope around her boobs? Doesn’t that nipple need biting? Or, a couple of clothespins? Don’t I have better things I could be doing right now?
What I’m saying is, about halfway through anything but the most simple rope bondage, I tend to realize there’s something else I’d rather be doing to this tied-up woman, if only she was properly tied up already. A couple of pairs of leather cuffs, plus four short lengths of chain with snaps on both ends, will do 90% of all bondage tasks in ninety seconds or less.
Which is why Kaya’s comments on rope bondage made me laugh when I saw them:
Master wanted to do some bondage so he fiddled around with the rope for awhile.
I’m a finicky bondage fanatic. Bondage for the sake of bondage doesn’t do much for me. I tend to find the process of rope work to be tedious, downright boring sometimes, and if it takes too long, I’ll get foot-stomping impatient.
Cuffs and chains are so much faster and easier, don’tcha think?
My interest in bondage begins and ends at restraining me for the purposes of fucking my brains out, painfully please, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it. Or securing me to something, somewhere, so’s he can beat me and I can’t do anything about it.
Bondage for the purposes of looking pretty in rope? Meh. I can take it or leave it.
I take it, whenever he’s in the mood. He was in the mood.
I suppose that all sounds unappreciative or something. It’s not meant to be. I soak up any kind of attention he wants to pay to me, especially if there is a kinky-flair behind that attention. I just would rather spend time doing other kinky things than having to stand there while he winds rope around and makes knots.
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The Onion, in what I take to be a satirical slam on the recent “your G-spot vanished while you weren’t using it” fandango, reports a severe shortage of nipple-clamp action:
Nation’s Nipples Severely Under-Clamped, U.S. Bureau Of Masochism Reports
WASHINGTON—A new study released this week by the U.S. Bureau of Masochism has concluded that American nipples are critically under-clamped, bolstering long-held suspicions that the nation is rapidly losing interest in the thin, delectable line between pleasure and pain.
According to the study, which surveyed a wide swath of citizens who have been very, very bad, 78 percent of all U.S. nipples are not being pinched, tweaked, or otherwise constricted in a severe enough manner. In addition, the study found that nearly 90 percent of all Americans are not currently down on their hands and knees, begging for more.
“The vast majority of U.S. citizens are just not receiving the physical punishment they deserve,” said Masochism Bureau director Geoff Knowlton, who was permitted by his mistress, Alexandria, to meet with reporters despite being unfit for anything but groveling at her boot heels. “Unless something is done—whether with a riding crop, a stiff wooden paddle, or a series of humiliating commands to bark like a dog—this problem will only get worse.”
Bondage Blog is anxious to do our part to redress this national scourge. So, herewith, courtesy of our most recent inamorata Dofantasy.com, is some severe nipple clamping:
These nipple clamps appear to be electrified, and yes they do go to eleven:
These are panels from the graphic novel Black Van 2.
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I’ve always been a sucker for ornate and overly-complex metal bondage hardware. The new shackles and chains at The Upper Floor definitely fill the bill, especially when worn by Cherry Torn (who, I’ve always been convinced, is probably A Very Bad Girl of whom Our Mothers Would Not Approve. And I like her a lot better with the “new” dark hair, too.)
You can see a lot more of the chains (and of Cherry) here.
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Lately I have been enjoying the wild and outrageous bondage scenarios in the over-the-top bondage comics from Dofantasy.com. These are some details from a comic called The Adventures Of Lilly by an artist known as Roscoe. Poor Lilly — after a long day in the dungeon of a lecherous sheik, she’s getting sort of hungry. Unfortunately, it’s peanut butter, honey, and cock for dinner:
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I find attractive the strained posture of the girl tied for her whipping. You could photoshop out the Nazi if he bothers you:
It may be true, as Freud said, that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
But, other times? It’s a statement of intent:
By photographer Martin Zurmuhle; link via Sexoteric.
