From Behind On A Mattress In A Basement
If you like your bondage sex squalid, it doesn’t get any better than this:

It’s an image from the production and development phase of The Training Of O site.
If you like your bondage sex squalid, it doesn’t get any better than this:

It’s an image from the production and development phase of The Training Of O site.
The Twisted Monk has just posted a story he likes to tell when people ask him why he likes bondage. It’s too good not to quote and it’s too short to excerpt, so I’m, well, just ganking the whole thing. Maybe he’ll forgive me if I distract him by throwing in this only-tangentially-relevant link to the internet storefront where he sells his incomparable bondage rope?
Few years back I was selling rope at a convention and got into this very conversation with three well known and well regarded rope tops. When asked, the first paused and stroked his chin contemplatively and said, “It would have to be the artistry of it all, the lines and how they form across the body. The symmetry of the rope and how it forms the bottom into a compelling shape…”
The next one shook his head and disagreed, “That is all well and good, but for me it is the engineering of it. The “how” of doing bondage, what knots are going to be the strongest and most useful, how am I going to execute the bondage in the most efficient and streamlined fashion… that is what I really like”
Turning to the third and final rigger, he sorta shrugged and in a matter of fact voice said, “I do it cuz trying up pretty girls makes my dick hard. Always has.”
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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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