Bondage Blog

Now that I think of it, my first date, ever, was with a pretty girl named Stephanie:

My eyes were fixed on her as soon as I entered the slave market. There were about twenty slavegirls on display in the market that day, and each one of them, I had to admit, was of the best quality. All of them were pretty; some were indeed beautiful. But she seemed to have a unique atmosphere around her that I found especially attractive.

Like all the other girls, she was completely naked. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her ankles locked in a set ofheavy iron shackles — too heavy, I said to myself, for her slim little ankles. On her neck was a black iron collar, attached to a chain hanging from a wooden beam above her head. She was forced by the chain to stand rigidly straight, waiting to be examined by potential buyers in the most humiliating way — much in the same manner as the other girls in the market.

…

I walked around her nakedness and gave her a full examination again. The youthful and natural beauty of her petite figure, enhanced by the chains and shackles she wore, pleased me immensely. There was no permanent brand anywhere on her body; she had only a fading blue stamp on her left hip that read: “E&L Slave Traders.” But the inscriptions on her collar indicated a different owner: “Property of Tony Francera.”

“Stephanie,” I informed her, “I think I’m going to buy you.”

“Are you going to be kind to me, sir?” She raised her head again and for the first time let her eyes meet mine. Brown and clear, her eyes were very charming.

“It depends. On how you behave. But anyway, I’ll keep you naked and chained like this all the time. And I’ll whip you at least once a week. Also, how would you like a pair of little rings pierced through your nipples?”

“…Do I have a choice?”

“Of course not, you silly little slave!” I laughed and patted her on the back. Except for the fresh whip marks, her skin was soft and smooth, and felt good.

From Stephanie In The Slave Market by Sir Kevin.

Nothing like a little bit of bondage tickle-sex to make for a fun evening:

Don’t worry, she gets her revenge with toes in both of his armpits…

From Tickle Horror [link broken and was removed]. And, there’s more armpit tickle-bondage here.

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• Tickle Bondage Fun
• Tickled With The Violet Wand

I love the expectant and searching look on this lady’s face as she reluctantly steps out of her jail cell:

I can almost hear her saying: “Hey, mister! Where’d you go? You caught me, you stripped me, you strip searched me, you put me in your nifty antique holding cell with the iron bars that you just happen to have in your basement, and then you… what, went for coffee? Where are you? I thought we were about to get to the good part!”

From alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage.

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• Cavity Searched Female Prisoner
• Anime Girls In Jail
• Vintage Prison Photo
• Pretty "Prisonniere" In Chains

Isn’t this romantic? “A book of verses underneath a bough, a metal sawhorse, a skein of rope, and thou…”

From Fucked And Bound.

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• Slave Accident?
• Chained In The Blowjob Closet
• Tied And Ready, With Handy Step Stool
• Riding The Iron Horse
• Going Medieval On Her Ass
• Bondage 'Toon Gets Ravished

I’m going to apologize in advance to Monmouth for “excerpting” more than half of his post. But I like the way he slides bondage and the spectre of perversion into a slightly taboo but more-or-less vanilla (at least, as measured on the BDSM spectrum) sex practice:

I love asskissing.

Particularly when the victim is tied down helplessly with buttocks raised. The trick is to go slow, to appreciate the abundance and feel, the sensation of the full globes of the posterior cupped in one’s palms. Stroke in lazy circles, relaxing, and perhaps deliver a few slaps – not an outright spanking, just enough to warm the kissee up and make him/her aware that they may be in the clutches of an unpredictable pervert.

Tease. Kiss the bountiful swell off the cheeks first, perhaps have a little nibble, gently sinking your teeth into the soft, warm skin. Slap, pinch, pull – make it clear that this is your territory now. Yours to do with as you please. Then spread them apart, pulling firmly to either side, palms planted firmly on each buttock. Expose the cleft of the ass to air, light and the promise of your tongue, warm, wet and probing, descending down on the sensitive little cluster of nerves…

And wait.

Until the victim squirms. Then pounce down, planting a delicate kiss on the tender pinkness of the anus. It’s dirty, filthy, unnatural and forbidden, but that’s precisely why it feels so good.

A nice bit of nun bondage artwork, from Spanking Blog:

One result of the fact that Hogtied.com has been pumping out bondage photography for a whole lotta years now is that they constantly change things up in order to keep their stuff fresh. This is great on a day-by-day basis, but sometimes I find myself going “dudes, where are the hogties?”

And then they remember their roots, and push out a nice simple image like this one:

Nice use of iron shackles, too.

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• More Toilet Bondage
• Bathroom Bondage
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