It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the purpose of this particular bondage dungeon:
But of course, was there ever a dungeon with a woman rigorously chained in a kneeling position that wasn’t all about the bondage blowjobs?
The artwork is by Pichard, perhaps from The Road to Repentance (although I would not swear to it).
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I’d say the fashion-latex bondage collar and dental gag on this model make her look exceptionally cute and vulnerable:
This pictures is from the September 2007 issue of Hustler’s Taboo magazine.
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It’s amazing the fun little bondage stories you can find surfing on Informed Consent:
Mr C is the man who introduced me to the concept of the naughty box. On the first morning together he pulled a big box out from underneath his bed. He opened it up and inside there were all numbers of strange things… straps and leather and rope and things I didn’t even recognise.
“Has anyone ever used a cane on you?” he asked as he pulled a long rattan cane from the naughty box.
It looked liked something a school teacher from the 50’s might have used on a naughty pupil. He smacked it against the pillow on the bed a few times and it made a swishing noise as it whizzed through the air. I knew the answer to his question didn’t really matter much.
Standing in front of him in my underwear I suddenly felt really nervous.
“Take your panties off, your bra and stockings can stay on”.
More nervous than ever I did as I was told.
I dropped my panties on the floor and lay on the bed as indicated. He told me to lie on my front and he pushed two pillows below my hips so my behind was pushed rudely upwards. He used rope to tie my hands tightly together and then tied them to the head of the bed. He stretched my legs almost painfully wide apart and tied each ankle to the bottom corners of the bed.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him move and pick up the cane. When he stroked it over the backs of my thighs I forced myself to stay relaxed and not shudder.
“This is going to hurt but you are going to be a good girl and stay nice and quiet”.
I didn’t even get a chance to take a breath before the cane landed on my raised behind. I felt the impact first, the stinging pain came seconds later. Before I even had time to complain he hit me again. And then again.
I’m not a huge fan of the Dolcett-style genre of fantasy drawings featuring women getting cooked and eaten; the cannibal-squick factor is too big for me to get past, not to mention my sharp preference for bondage girls who are healthy and wiggling vigorously. But some of the preliminary preparations involve tasty bondage and the creative use of vegetables; that, I can get behind, especially with Thanksgiving coming. I just spent an hour and a half in a crowded WalMart to help a family member who needed help with her shopping, so I’m happy to entertain this vision of creepy little demons cooking a re-imagined Thanksgiving feast:
I don’t recognize the artist, but I found the art on Usenet. What’s above is actually a detail from a three-tray buffet panorama (click for full size):
Bon appétit!
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This is a classic bondage pose for Tia Ling. She’s even fully clothed, for all the good it will do her:
Although I confess I like this camera angle better:
Apparently, so does Ms. Bobbi Starr, especially when she can drop Tia’s panties and use two thumbs to pry “stuff” apart for a better view:
From Wired Pussy (Shoot)
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When you’re in bondage in a Japanese women’s prison, mealtime isn’t very pleasant:
I think this is a scene from the 1972 WIP-flick Scorpion.
Enraged nuns. With ropes. It’s never pretty:
…they seized the luckless wight,
And began to exercise their spite;
They tied him to a tree, that grew
Within the yard, of mournful yew,
Then went to search with indignation
For instruments of flagellation.
The whole poem is at Classic Kink. Link via Spanking Blog.
