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From Naked Protesters, not naked but very much in bondage:

Although Pain Gate is a site that’s predominantly about seriously brutal whippings, I’ve linked to it from time to time because they use a lot of creative bondage to set up their whipping shoots. What’s more, they tend to film in a picturesque array of old European basements, indistinguishable from dungeons, and, in some cases, probably having a history of serving as such. From time to time, they even pull out some old piece of wrought iron that looks authentically medieval, and what bondage fan cannot enjoy the look of medieval irons on a cute and willing modern-day model?

Today’s example is a semi-portable whipping block, consisting of a hunk of granite, a short embedded iron stake, and four attached (for want of a better word) thumbscrews. The girl to be whipped is made to stand on the block while her toes are inserted in the bottom set of screws:

Then it’s time for her thumbs:

And there you have it folks, the smallest complete prison you’ll ever see:

And we must not forget, of course, that our helpless dungeon girl is now in perfect position for her inevitable whipping:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Riding The Iron Horse
• Vintage Prison Photo
• Going Medieval On Her Ass
• Pillory Sex
• Dungeon Bondage

Here’s some of the anal-retentiveness-in-prose for which John Norman is so notorious, as he describes the unchaining and re-tying of a pair of just-sold slavegirls:

“We have been sold,” whispered the dark-haired girl. I recalled she had worn soft, black, custom-fitted feminine slacks, a soft, delicious, turtle-necked, red pull-over. It had been a beautiful top and had doubtless been quite expensive. I recalled that she had been rich. She was now the naked slave girl of a red hunter.

The slaver’s man put the pelts in a pouch which hung from his belt.

With his right hand he pulled the head of the blond girl down, until it was at her knees. He did the same with the head of the dark-haired girl. They knelt as they had been placed. They had felt the whip.

The slaver then went behind them and freed their ankles from the steel ankle loops. He then unlocked the two-inch-high steel cuffs which had held the hands of the girls behind them. Their platform tunics, loose, he then let fall to the boards of the platform. The hunter, meanwhile, with a knife, bad cut a length from the rope of twisted sleen hide which he wore over his shoulder. He fastened the two girls together by the neck. The slaver then unlocked the slaves’ throat collars and tossed them, with the chain, to the platform.

The two beauties were drawn by the hunter from the platform and they then stood, frightened, tied together by the neck, before it.

The red hunter, with two short lengths of the leather rope, jerked the hands of the beauties behind them and, swiftly, expertly, fastened them together. The blond-haired girl winced. “Oh,” said the dark-haired girl, suddenly. I saw the hunter had tied women before. They were totally helpless.

The red hunters are generally a kind, peaceable folk, except with animals. Two sorts of beasts are kept in domestication in the north; the first sort of beast is the snow sleen; the second is the white-skinned woman.

“Ho,” said the red hunter, and strode from the platform. The two beasts he had purchased hurried after him.

“Theirs will be a hard slavery,” I said to the slaver’s man.

“They will learn to pull a sled under the whip,” he said.

“Yes,” I said. Such women were used as draft animals. But they would serve, too, as slave girls do, many other purposes.

From Beasts of Gor.

Now this, ladies and gentlemen, is a magnificent specimen of bondage booty. Yarr!

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:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Madison Young On Her Knees
• The Martyr Of Solway
• Raped In Hell?
• Inquisition Bondage
• Beauty On The Judas Cradle

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.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Bondage Seduction, Anal Sex
• Two Girls Tied In A Cabin
• A Little Bondage, A Little Anal Sex
• Anal Sex In Bondage

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.