Here’s a wonderful old “French Postcard” style bit of lesbian bondage porn, complete with a toothed chastity belt:
(Click the image to see a much larger version.)
I’m fascinated by vintage fetish gear, the sex toys that were once lovingly hand-crafted for sale in discreet European shops. Thus, a closeup on that chastity belt:
I like the idea of shrinking the hinged pillory/stocks concept down to a heavy wooden bondage collar, as displayed in this bit of Japanese bondage art from alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. bondage:
The black strap iron and rivets are a nice style touch.
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The gender roles may be reversed from the usual Bondage Blog fare, but I think this column by Mistress Matisse does a great job of explaining the seeming contradiction at the heart of BDSM. How is that that sadism and love can so often coexist so happily?
His passionate pleas rose in volume as I brandished the stapler again. He’s really scared, I thought. I’ve never injected heroin, but I do believe the pleasure I felt in that moment could not possibly be rivaled by anything in a syringe. I felt high—and on the heels of that, I felt a surge of tenderness toward him. And then I put another staple into his nipple.
Now, I cannot be this mean to just anyone. I can slap and tickle a stranger, but to be really cruel to someone, I have to love him. If that sounds weird to you, this next part will seem even weirder: The very act of being sadistic to someone in a BDSM scene often creates feelings in me I can only call love while I’m doing it.
I’m measuring my sadism by the intensity of the reactions of my play- partner, not by any external scale. So what I actually do to create the most intense sensation he can handle isn’t that important, as long as I see his breath coming faster and feel his heart pounding in his chest. Just as in traditional sex, that triggers a mirroring response in me. Emotional and physiological arousal, combined with sexual energy—well, my animal brain thinks that’s love.
I’m sure this is one of these movies where the bondage on the poster is better than anything in the movie. But, still. Why do so many rich girls go so wrong?
Paris? Anybody?
No bondage fan can fail to appreciate the many uses of duct tape. In my morning’s web travels today, I have stumbled across two new (to me) kinky things you can do with that wonderful stuff.
Do you want it hard? Or do you want it soft?
Soft kinky with the duct tape, from Kinkerbelle, is here.
Hard kinky with the duct tape, from My Submissive Heart, is here.
Enjoy!
Another bit of cover artwork from one of those Nazi-sploitation pulp novels:
2012 update: Turns out the book is Gestapo Captive by John Slater and the artist is Col Cameron.
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