Some people say bondage is like a religious experience. In this rope bondage photo from Shadow Slaves, the cute redhead (Madison Young) seems to have her hands in an appropriate posture for prayer:
Alas, not everyone has the same standards when it comes to proper religiousity:
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If it weren’t for the fact that both of these folks still have their undies on, I’d think the artist intended to suggest a bit of anal sex in bondage:
From Sado Bondage.
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In which Prince Alexi is turned to the task of pleasuring some well-tied princesses:
“I would now be lashed swiftly into the Hall of Punishments. Of course there were a handful of Princesses chained from the ceiling, their legs tied up in front of them. Now she brought me up to the first of these.
“She told me to rise and to spread my legs very wide as I stood before her. I saw the captive Princess’s pained face, her blushing cheeks, and then her naked and moist sex peering shyly from its wreath of golden pubic hair, much ready for pleasure or more pain, after days of teasing. But it hung low, at the level of my chest, I suppose, and that was like my tormentor liked it.
“For she ordered me to bend over towards it, and to thrust my hips out behind me. ‘Give me your buttocks,’ she said. She stood behind me. The other girls pulled my legs wider than I myself could spread them. Again I was told to arch my back and to put my arms around the bound and doubled Princess slave hanging in front of me.
“‘Now you will pleasure her with your tongue,’ said my captor, ‘and see you do it well as she has suffered long, and for not even half your clumsiness.’
“I looked at the bound Princess. She was mortified, though desperately hungry for pleasure. And I pressed my face into her sweet, hungry little sex, rather eager to pleasure her. But as my tongue delved into her swollen cleft, as I licked her little clitoris, and her swollen lips, I was walloped by the belt continuously. My flaxen-haired one chose one welt after another for her work, and I was in great pain as the bound Princess finally shuddered with pleasure in spite of herself.
“Of course, there were others who had been punished enough and now must be rewarded. I did my work as best I could, finding a refuge in it.
“And then with a panic I saw there were no more to be rewarded. I was again at the hands of my captor with nothing so sweet as a bound Princess in my arms.
“And again, my chest and chin pressed to the floor, I struggled along on my knees under the wallops of her strap back to the Special Punishment Hall.
From The Claiming Of Sleeping Beauty, by Anne Rice.
I love the play of light and dark and water in these photos from the April 04 issue of Hustler’s Taboo magazine. This unfortunate slave has escaped into the dark and rainy night, but when she makes it to a road, the traffic just blows on by, soaking her to the skin and increasing her terror and misery:
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There may not be any bondage in this vintage picture, but you can’t tell me that a woman kneeling like this doesn’t set off your BDSM radar:
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Just what it says on the package: nipple bondage!
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As many bondage blowjob pictures as I post on Bondage Blog, you already know I think these are “two great tastes that taste great together”. So as you’d imagine, I was attentive when I found a blog post entitled Blow-job Slave Girl, written by the slavegirl in question:
I was packing our bags to leave…when he called up to me, “Girl – come down here!”
I always have this immediate pang of “Eeeep! What have I done wrong?!” when he calls me “girl” like that, but I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong, so I smoothed down my nerves, and called out, “Coming, Sir!” and went down the stairs (that I’d been beaten upon earlier that day) and saw him sitting down, wearing only shorts, on the sofa. It was about 5 PM, so the light was starting to slant goldenly into the room, pouring over him as he reclined on the white micro-suede sofa.
I immediately knew what he wanted, and excitement and happiness bubbled up in me. As soon as I got down to him, I kneeled between his legs and pressed my face against the bulge, breathing in not only the smell of him, but also the smell of salt water from walking in the ocean earlier. The combination of musk and salt tingled in my nose. The wood floor beneath my legs was warm and remarkably comfortable, making me feel like it was exactly where I’d always belonged.
I nuzzled my face against him, like a cat, and then reached up to help him pull off the shorts. Then he was naked in front of me, and I savored the sight before leaning in to start kissing and licking his balls.
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