Bondage Blog

I sort of hope this is a fantasy; if it’s not, Hinoeuma is not taking the care for her own safety that IMO she should take. But all’s well that ends well, and she calls it A Most Agreeable Transaction:

My body was on auto pilot, my head was warning me off……. but still i continued.

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No general chit chat… just clear instructions of how to get to him. I waited outside the door for it to open, there was a very brief moment of eye contact before he abruptly told me to get in, as i walked passed him he grabbed me and pushed me firmly up against the wall…the blindfold was put in place…. i was then frog marched into another room….oh fuck, my mind was all over the place… too late now… im here.. after a very brief email exchange and limited instructions as to what i wanted… foolishly i responded with i dont want to say what i want…. i just want a dominant man to do his thing….. foolish words i suspect… but this is what gets me…. the not knowing what he is capable of…. … just trust, trust in what god only knows, certainly cant rely on the trust of a man that i absolutely know feck all about.

“Stand there and dont you move an inch” he shouted at me. He began to remove my items, umbrella, bag…. then roughly he undressed me, he removed all of my jewellery until i was completely naked before him. “spit that out” i spat my gum out into his hand… “open your mouth” …. “hmmmmm thats good” needless to say my tongue piercing’s were not removed… as he inspected my body with his hands he proceeded to tell me the ‘rules’ … he warned me that if i broke any of them in his presence i would pay for it severely…. “get on your knees, arms on the floor, spread them, head down” and he continued to inspect me……commenting on my body and taking great pleasure in informing me of some of the deprived things that he fully intended to do to me.

I was ordered to stand and my ankles were secured in cuffs attached to the floor, he strapped my wrists onto a bar then slowly i was winched up … he proceeded to tell me exactly what girls like me need, and he was right, this man knew exactly what it was i needed…… .. “have you ever been whipped?” no Sir i responded, at that moment in time i couldnt remember if i ever had or not….. i was introduced to a whip of some description…. “this is so you know that you have to behave, if you ever disobey me you will be getting this, and it hurts”…. he was right, it did, and i would expect nothing less.

He came in close and pushed himself against me, “you’re in so much f**kin trouble, can you feel this?” …. i could feel him hard against my leg…. “yes Sir” when my cock is hard it makes me bad…. very bad…. im going to do terrible things to you, im going rape you, in every hole…. you’re here for my pleasure, not yours…. do you understand that slut? “yes Sir”.

Bondage, at its best, is purposeful restraint of beauty — purposeful in the sense of, you’re keeping her where you want her at a moment when she lacks the will or ability to stay there without bondage. This whipping scene from Shadow Slaves is a perfect example:

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Here’s a couple more vintage bondage illustrations for you:

To show you “where I get this stuff” as I am often asked, these are both details from an illustrated page in one of those old adventure magazines, which doesn’t look half so good when viewed at the 320 pixel width that’s normal on Bondage Blog:

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I was laughing today when I stumbled over Leash Sex, the hardcore sex site with one good idea. Keep your girls on leashes at all times!

As bondage goes, it’s pretty light-hearted. But hey, it’s leashed sex, what’s not to like?

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No man would be a bachelor, if the institution of marriage looked more like this:

But then, Madison Young cleaning kitchen floors would be enough to bring any man home from the office early.

From Chanta’s Bitches.

One thing that’s fun about Kaya is she’s honest — too many women who enjoy pain are conflicted about it and can’t quite admit it. She writes:

• Master has been quite insistent upon nipple clamps, most especially when I’m pushed under the desk and fucked on my hands and knees for eons and ages, tits bouncing and jarring, clamps flying and tugging.
• Evidently when I yelp in pain, my pussy contracts. Frequent yelping feels good. To Him. Fake yelping is not the same (I tried).
• Consequently, my already bright pink and scabbed nipples are *still* bright pink and scabbed.
• And sore. Very, very, very sore.
• I hope He does it again today.

I can confirm, a woman’s whole-body reaction to a sharp pain (riding crop to the nipples works well for this) is a general contraction of which the yelp is just a symptom. The squeeze feels quite nice around whatever you might have in her pussy or ass. But, if she just decides to yelp as a method of complaint, not so much. That’s when a gag comes in handy.

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• Nipples Clamped On A Bondage Horse
• Clipped Nipple
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This drawing from Sadobondage is actually a very good illustration of how a rope harness works:

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