If I live a hundred years, I’ll never be able to come up with the opening lines that Monmouth does.
The first sentence of this post is utterly wasted on an eight-paragraph blog post; indeed, I think it could open a prize-winning novel. Check it out:
We all find ourselves at one point or another tying up a tall blonde from Manchester without the proper qualifications…
I like the photosets from Caged Tushy due to their lighthearted formulaic simple processions of events. Naughty-but-pretty girls get arrested and forced to strip nude for a cavity search, which is then conducted with great care and attention to detail, with lots of Vaseline; then they are chucked (still naked) into cells for various playful “abuses” by porn girls attempting (badly) to act like mean lesbian prison guards. It’s all delightfully foolish and, in the end, great fun:
I’m not sure exactly why she’s on the floor in the last shot. Does the Caged Tushy prison have bedbugs?
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In these pictures you are looking at the lovely lips and tongue of Satine Phoenix, in rigid Device Bondage and worrying about what it is she’ll be tasting next. Aren’t these open-mouth gags a lot of fun?
I’m still waiting for the “Device Bondage Meets Fear Factor” show. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen the wild eyes of a porn model forced to eat half a tackle box full of bait. Crickets? Mealworms? There’s always something good in there!
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I wish I had an artist credit for this bit of Christmas bondage, but more than that, I wish I knew whether Santa Claus is making a delivery in this cartoon, or whether he’s making a capture, to warm his dungeon workshop during those long winter night when Mrs. Claus is busy making ginger cookies:

Merry Christmas!
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