I don’t know why this bondage spanking illustration from Spanking Blog suggests a domestic discipline scenario to me, but it does. Perhaps it’s the combination of strict bondage plus the relatively-innocent ping-pong paddle in his hand, suggesting that she’s going to be be there for plenty long enough to begin regretting her misbehaviors:
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Last October I linked to an article about Kink.com in which we learned a little bit about the plans the company founder, Peter Acworth, has for making kinky use of more of Kink.com’s excellent former armory facility in San Francisco. In the article, we learned that:
In the spirit of community and BDSM as a lifestyle, Acworth wants to transform the armory’s top floor into a series of Victorian/Georgian-inspired rooms where couples will live and fuck on camera 24-7. Participants will be given hierarchical positions — from maid to master of the house — and live according to the rules of domination and submission. Acworth’s already started designing the grand dining room, inspired by the sets in Remains of the Day, including candelabras, elaborate draperies, and, of course, a long, long table. “I consider it the pinnacle of where everything comes together,” he says.
Now comes word that this rich fantasy setup will be called The Upper Floor. However, one of the first related events is happening tomorrow (Friday March 13):
On March 13th, TheTrainingofO.com will be broadcasting a LIVE one-of-a-kind dinner party where members will join Peter Acworth, the Kink.com directors, Dominatrix Maitress Madeline and Guest of Honor Laura Antoniou (author of The MarketPlace Series) as they welcome the first official trainees that have petitioned The House to enter the Slave Class of Service on The Upper Floor, Kink.com’s upcoming 24/7 reality space. Subscribers will have the chance to put applicants Satine Phoenix, and Cherry Torn to the ultimate test, and help decide whether or not they deserve to be admitted to service. Members will also have the opportunity to participate in an initiation ceremony should any of the trainees prove worthy of service. Access to the standard-definition video is FREE to all users at no cost. To view the high-definition video and participate in the live chat users must have a Training of O subscription membership.
This is the first time (that I know of) that they’ve done a free show. It sounds like a good time!
They like to play with black iron pipe as a bondage material, at Device Bondage. I’m always amused by the uses to which they put their head cages (and the wenches stuck in them):
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
I don’t think this New Jersey law is aimed at your girlfriend’s pink-and-fuzzies, but it’s still a bizarre law:
Any person who knowingly has in his possession handcuffs under circumstances not manifestly appropriate for such lawful uses as handcuffs may have, is guilty of a disorderly persons offense. (New Jersey Code, §§ 2C-39.3(k), 2C-39.9.2.)
From here.
Every time I’ve seen the Watchmen trailer in the theater, it’s been obvious that the character in latex was costumed with the sole intent of drawing in the bondage/latex/rubber/fetish crowds. All I can say is, it’s working:
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There’s a scene in an old Victorian strokebook called The Adventures of Lady Harpur where a pretty maid on a West Indies plantation is sent around for a whipping from an aging overseer who is used to taking full advantage of such situations:
Snigger took the note from the girl, read it with a grin and commenced tying her hands.
‘Oh, Mr Snigger, this is the first time I was ever sent here, won’t you be good and not uncover me?’
‘Well, I must place you here at all events.’
He secured her as usual, leaning over the beam, but when he attempted to raise her petticoat, she screamed and kicked with all her might.
‘Ah, my lady, I will soon stop that,’ and taking a long flat piece of wood, he fastened her feet to each end, thus fixing them at their widest stretch. Then, not heeding her cries, he threw up her clothes and passed his lecherous hands deliberately over her belly and bottom and the inside of her thighs, then opening the lips of her cunt, he looked in and poked his finger up. She threatened him at the highest pitch of her voice, but her abuse only seemed to add zest to his pleasure, for he laughed as he took out his prick and placed its rubicund head between the thickly covered lips of her cunt and slowly drove it up.
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Meanwhile, Snigger, having discharged, had taken out his tool and after wiping it said, ‘Now, my lady, I will pay you off for all your hard names and abuse; how do you like that, and that?’ each time giving her a cut across the bottom with the cat.
‘Oh, Mr Snigger,’ another cut, ‘Oh, have mercy,’ another slash.
‘You vile strumpet to call me a dirty black nigger,’ and down came the cat harder than ever.
‘Oh, Mr Snigger, I will never call you names again.’
‘Won’t you? What else will you promise?’ Cut – slash – cut.
‘I will let you fuck me whenever you wish.’
‘And how am I to fuck you again?’ he said, lashing away.
‘Any way you like.’
‘Oh, yes, fuck your arse?’ Slash, slash, slash.
‘Yes, my arse or anywhere, only stop whipping.’
She had now received about a dozen and a half and he drew back to observe the effect of his work.
Her bottom was all marked across with red streaks, while a few more appeared on her thighs.
‘Oh, Mr Snigger, pity my poor bottom, unfasten and let me go.’
‘I am not done with you yet, you want me to fuck you again, don’t you?’ he asked raising up the cat.
‘Yes, my bottom is all in a glow and my cunt is just burning; you may fuck me as much as you like, I would really enjoy it now.’
He went up to her and having moistened two fingers in her cunt, he pushed them into her bottom; when she started he cried, ‘What, do you want more of the cat?’
‘No, I want your nice prick, dear Mr Snigger, in my cunt.’
‘What?’
‘Well, in my arse or anywhere, only let me down.’
‘That’s right, now push out your arse, I will fuck your cunt first.’ She poked out her behind as much as she could; he took off his pantaloons and shirt, and after rubbing up his tool with his hand, he drove it up her cunt.
‘Is that good?’ he asked with a grunt.
‘Yes, dear Mr Snigger, it is delightful.’
After a few long deliberate strokes, he drew it out and holding open the cheeks of her bottom, he thrust its head against the little round hole. ‘Open,’ he cried, ‘open your arse, I say.’
She groaned and let in the head. He then pushed the whole prick up into her bottom and clasped her round the waist; then drawing it all out except the head, he plunged it in again and so went on till the paroxysm came and he spent.
