Bondage Blog

I gather the sexual politics in Australia tend toward the repressive even by American standards, but apparently if there’s alcohol involved there’s a greater amount of leeway. Because this strippers-and-bondage anecdote by and about an Australian senator makes even our Larry “I have a wide stance” Craig seem a bit dull:

While Northern Territory senator Nigel Scullion reckons he doesn’t spend a lot of time in sleazy strip joints in Russia, he yesterday recounted being dragged on to a stage, handcuffed to a strippers’ pole and deprived of his jocks at a St Petersburg nightspot in 1998. “It was a terrific night, it really was,” Senator Scullion told the ABC.

“If you ever get an offer to go drinking with Icelandic whalers and Canadian crab fishermen, take them up on it.”

Senator Scullion was not the least bit sheepish about his high jinks, declaring it was unfortunate that people would see the escapade as a bad thing.

“This was 10 years ago and I was a fisherman.

“Everybody has a colourful past; I think most Territorians do.”

After all that fun, the night turned slightly sour when a fight broke out between Russian sailors and other patrons, and Senator Scullion was forced to flee the flying chairs.

Still, he learnt two important lessons in life, which may come in handy in his new role as deputy leader of the Nationals.

“Don’t let anyone handcuff you to a post and make sure you always wear clean underwear.”

If you’re not familiar with Housewives at Play, it’s a kinky comic featuring suburban housewives who get up to all manner of bondage, lesbianism, and miscellaneous sex games while their husbands are away:

Much fun!

I’m blatantly stealing this image from ErosBlog: The Sex Blog, where a commenter opines that it’s from “a cover from one of the Bondage House adult paperbacks from seventies or early eighties”:

What a simple tableau: Sara Scott in a cage. Isn’t she cute?

From Wired Pussy — this shoot, to be specific.

Kitten in Chains writes about her, ah, favorite blue collar, and what she did while wearing it:

“Go get your blue collar.” he said.

That fucking blue collar. That’s the “I intend to use you until you pass out asleep” collar. That collar brings pain with it every single time. Pain, degradation, and tears. That fucking blue collar. But like a dutiful slut, I got my blue collar, and the leash to match it and came back to the bedroom.

“That’s what I like to see” he said as he wrapped the leash around his hand several times and pulled me reluctantly to my knees. He kisses my cheek and then pulls me lower, lower still until his cock is in my mouth again. I brace with my hands to keep him from gagging me again and again, and this frustrates him. “Turn Around”, he says to me. I do as I’m told and on go the leather wrist restraints and then he clips them together behind my back. I have no leverage. I have no way to guard myself.

I have no Control.

This is the way he wants me. He held his hand on the back of my throat and forced me this way and that. “Watch your teeth!” he said gruffly and then smacked my cheek sharply. I’m thinking to myself, “You have my head and are directing my thrusts. How can I watch anything? But I did my best to “watch my teeth” and after some time, he came again, this time deep in my throat and left me sputtering and choking so much that he had to quickly release me so I could raise my arms over my head. I choked enough that I ended up spitting his cum down my chin, chest and it ran messily all over me.

While I’m stuck in a vintage rut, how about this very cute vintage salon photo of a beauty with her wrists entangled in a string of beads?

Via Eye Candy Blog.

As really old bondage photos go, this one is more naked and more abject than most. It looks like she’s really in for it!

Courtesy of Vintage Spanking Photos.