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Well, that is an arresting mental image, isn’t it?

Here’s a blog post and comment thread at Making Light (not an adult blog, not in the porn sense, anyway) discussing a fantasy Ann Coulter expressed to deprive women of the vote. A commenter with an imagination that would fit right in at Bondage Blog proposed a political cartoon:

I have an idea for a political cartoon in my head, but I’m no artist. If anyone wants to try it, feel free.

Image: Rich, powerful man in expensive suit talking (business? politics?) with another man, or several other men, all well-dressed. Behind him is Ann Coulter: Sex Slave — collared, leashed, handcuffed, and wearing a porno-style French maid’s uniform. If you want to make it really explicit, put her in a bondage headdress, the kind that holds the woman’s mouth open (and, not so incidentally, keeps her from talking)…

Caption: “Ann Coulter’s Ideal America”.

Any bondage artists out there want to have a go?

From an old lurid book cover:

Captive Women (In The Hands Of The Senecas). Will they be tortured? Sold? Or forced to marry?

I’m not sure where this photograph of a low-budget women’s prison hails from:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Vintage Prison Photo

Meet Andy San Dimas. Isn’t she cute with her neck strapped to a post?

Devaun is pretty hot in a spider gag, too:

How would you like to see Andy with her arms held tightly behind by leather straps, being “forced” to lick Devaun in a very intimate manner, while Devaun is tied helpless beyond all possibility of objection or protest?

Yes? Then there are two photos accompanying this shoot that will absolutely make your day.

From Device Bondage.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Nose Ring
• Wrapped In Steel
• The Butt Hook is IN
• Device Bondage!

From Red Sneaker Diaries, where things always start innocently enough:

Anna and I had spent the evening before being rolled up in a sweaty lesbian fuckball, and we were moving slow. We’d decided to take Monk up on his offer of an Abbey tour before making the drive back north of the 49th, and that’s how we ended up in Monk’s low-ceilinged office loft on that sunny Monday afternoon.

Uh, oh. Maybe they can’t see it coming (doubtful!) but the rest of us sure can. “Would you like to come in and take the grand tour of my bondage rope factory?”

Nobody’s getting out of this anecdote until somebody gets tied up.

Correct:

There are areas of my skin pressing against rough hemp bonds and areas left blissfully naked. Yet somehow, it all blends into a harmonious feeling everywhere – like a hug from a woolen blanket. Warm, scratchy, musky and soothing. I am naked – my skin is responding to light breezes with goosebumps and stiff nipples, and yet, I am feel covered in comfort. My body feels heavy; my body feels light. Gravity presses me into my bonds and yet somehow they capture me and hug me and then, and only then, do they allow me to float. Free and unencumbered. Free of the weight of the world. I feel cold metal – the blade of a knife, trailing oh-so-lightly along the goosebumped skin of my abdomen. I have no control over the quivering response from my belly. The quivering makes my spine tingle. The quivering makes him smile.

And another vintage bondage photo, this one from Vintage Spank:

From Spanking Blog we have this very uncomfortable-looking vintage bondage position: