Bondage Blog

It sounds like the producers of Dexter need — and I’ll betcha they very suddenly developed — better safety procedures for filming bondage scenes. Here’s the story from the Daily Star:

A TV stuntman is lucky to be alive after actor Jimmy Smits stabbed him for real during a fight scene for TV show Dexter.

Smits grabbed a real knife instead of a prop knife during shooting and plunged it into action man Jeff Chase.

Chase was only saved by a piece of plastic placed over his heart – which Smits miraculously hit.

He says, “For the scene, I was bound in Saran Wrap, duct tape over my mouth. I couldn’t say a thing as I saw Jimmy grab at the knife. He picked up the real one by pure mistake. It was a mean looking knife.

“I heard fellow actor Michael C. Hall yelling at Jimmy to stop – but it was too late. I felt the thud in my chest. I didn’t have on a metal breast plate like a lot of actors do in a scene like that.

“Instead I had a piece of acrylic clear plastic about the size of a Post-it note over my heart. It was a quarter of an inch thick. In eight out of 10 takes with the prop knife, Jimmy had missed the plastic. But by a miracle, an act of God, the knife landed at the very edge of the plastic.

“I really thought I’d been stabbed in the heart, but I didn’t have a scratch. Jimmy was devastated and couldn’t stop apologising. I told him, I felt more sorry for him than me.”

First of all, the stuntman didn’t have a safety signal / safeword? A handful of marbles? Nothing?

To be fair, it does sound like things happened very fast. Which is the other point. Who the heck approved laying the “live” knife right beside the prop knife so that it was even possible for Smits to grab the wrong one? You issue that thing to a production assistant (aka “flunky”) with strict instructions to keep it safely out of the way until whatever scene it’s needed for, to be handed over only when the person directing the shoot so orders.

A few weeks ago, in the Bondage Blog post Public Bondage, Public Disgrace, I waxed enthusiastic about the new Public Disgrace site from Kink.com. Well, the new site went live today, and it’s every bit as delicious as I had hoped. Here’s a shoot featuring the lovely Valentina Blue. First she livens up a construction site, in handcuffs and a ball gag:

Then she’s forced to squat and piddle in some bushes, just feet from the street, with handcuffs on:

And last, she’s dragged into an ally for some semi-public spanking, followed by a rough bondage blowjob:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Slave Girls, Fresh Air, And Sunshine
• Public Rooftop Bondage
• Brutally Exposed
• Exposed In The Stocks

Here’s some medieval bondage from a movie called The Seventh Seal:

With her feet in the stocks and her wrists chained over her head, she’s not going anywhere!

In 1805, when Lewis And Clark left the upper Missouri country en route to the Columbia River valley, they took with them a slave woman, the “wife” of a French voyageur named Touissant Charbonneau, who had originally purchased her from the Hidatsa Indians. You’ve heard of this slave wife; her name was Sacajawea.

Ultimately Sacajawea proved very useful to the expedition, helping it secure horses from her original people, the Shoshone. But in a different universe, only slightly different, Lewis and Clark would have had their own slave wives, and maybe they didn’t ever get the horses they needed. So they would have had to put the women to work, fitting them with bits and harnesses and stout shoes and decorative horse-tail butt plugs. In that universe, all the dramatic etchings and statues of “Lewis and Clark Surveying the Headwaters of the Columbia” would have been overshadowed by the nineteenth-century equivalents of this photograph:

Lewis And Clark’s Slave Wives Survey The Headwaters Of The Columbia

Picture credit: The Training Of O, specifically this shoot.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Slave Girls, Fresh Air, And Sunshine
• The White Captive
• Captive Women
• Squirt Gun Bondage

There was a time when the folks who made bondage porn were so worried about going to jail, that they bent over backwards to make it as wholesome and unthreatening (to obscenity juries) as they possibly could. This often included eschewing nudity, so they compensated by using the prettiest lingerie they could manage, lacy stuff with garter belts and stockings and things no man who is not an underwear fetishist could hope to name.

You don’t see as much of that sort of thing as you used to, but the retro “bound in lingerie” sensibility still turns up quite a lot on fetish-fashion models. One such is Emily Marilyn, and this gallery makes much of her lingerie:

This has got to be the most awesomest Craigslist resume posting ever: Please discipline codegirl and make her code very difficult AJAX. Three of seven paragraphs:

I don’t want to be a girl dropped into the coding pit to be awed and then broken by Senior PHP engineers wielding grim and terrible caching weapons. Rails engineers by the thousands marching, marching against everyone, on every border while I draw well water shot through with ponderings of the scalability issues with PHP, and how for form to exist in our physical universe it must be have a name. If matter or a form cannot be named, it cannot exist.

I don’t want to fight sexy ATG boys about AJAX performance within droplets, I don’t want to bicker in the morning concerning why JQuery is the proper and correct framework, all the time everytime. It’s ok. I love you guys. I do. I worship you Warcraft playing, contract working, hordes of luscious web men. I know what you love. I want to be there for you.

I will code the HTML you don’t want to. It’s ok. I don’t mind. I like it. I will code it handcuffed if you want. It’s ok. If I’m too slow, or if you check and my adhering to standards is inappropriate or my fumbling, adolescent understanding of the finer point of JSON infuriate you, you can tear my stockings. They were expensive, and I bought them for work. They were my only pair. I am a humble code girl.

The vast Bondage Blog empire could really use a handcuffed HTML minion, oh yes it could. We could even provide discipline. Sadly, we can’t afford a minion of such quality. We shall have to pine, in jealousy of whatever Bay Area coding shop gets her. Kink.com, are you listening?

Thanks to Violet Blue for the link and for the full mirror — which you may need if Craigslist decides this is just too much fun for any one resume to have.

This went by on Spanking Blog a couple of months ago, I’ve been meaning to steal it and so it’s perfect for a fast Friday post:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Slave Women Of The Turks
• Kneeling Slavegirls
• Slave Bondage In Ancient Egypt
• Chained And Apprehensive Bondage Slavegirls