Bondage Blog

I like this look on Jaelyn Fox’s face — she’s so focused on all the sensations she’s feeling that she looks lost to the outside world. It’s almost like a sad face — only, not:

From Sex and Submission.

We all know that the newspapers can’t write about BDSM without sneering — it’s their way of reassuring themselves that they don’t endorse any of the scary kink they are describing. And what else do print reporters like to sneer about? Why, the internet, of course — a fear reaction, since the internet is currently eating print publications and spitting out the bones like so much garbage. And what else? They love to sneer about television, that lowbrow upstart that stole the first half of the newspapers’ readership way back in the 1950s.

Which makes for a perfect storm of low-key sneering, when an Irish newspaper gets a chance to write about a TV show about BDSM and internet porn:

Meanwhile in RTE1’s Webs of Desire, Anna Nolan concluded her investigation of the internet’s sexual possibilities by revealing that “the web is a perfect medium for all sorts of contact” and that, in this regard “Irish people are no different from others”. Useful to get that learnt.

In furtherance of her noble probing on our behalf, she went along to a fetishist club and talked to a man who gave her the lowdown on BDSM, which is bondage discipline sado- masochism to you and me. He seemed a nice chap, though it was hard to concentrate on what he was saying because Anna had dressed for the occasion by donning a PVC minidress and fishnet tights. Very fetching she looked, too, if a heterosexual is permitted to say that about a lesbian ex-nun.

The BDSM chappie explained to Anna about dungeon masters who monitor the sessions to make sure that everyone’s alright and that “nothing gets out of hand” — a bit like a parish priest patrolling a dance floor in the old days, I suppose.

Then Anna interviewed a man whose face was hidden from us and who was described in an on-screen caption as “Individual Addicted to Porn.” This individual assured her that “the internet and pornography are made for each other”. The things you discover from RTE documentaries!

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.