I know that when I’ve got a pretty girl tied up, the first fun activity that comes to mind is not “I know, I’ll tie her from a pully over a stream by one ankle and dip her in the water!” But of course, fantasies do differ:
Found at the Sado Bondage picture of the day site.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
It’s possible to misuse the idiom “He’s really got her over a barrel.” But what if it’s not meant metaphorically?
Not to put too fine a point on it, but she’s helpless in that position. You could even say, she’s fucked.
From the free samples at Sex And Submission.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
Like a lot of the early bondage magazine photography, the bondage in this shot mostly involves clothesline, and isn’t very coherent. But the pussy chain looks very effective:
This is from a capture story called The Cave, by “Leviticus”:
Jill sighed and let her head fall back on the bed of sand where she lay and closed her eyes again. She wished for the escape of sleep but knew it was no good. Once awake she tended to stay that way, even under these hellish conditions. She brought her hands to her face, ignoring the jingle of chain, and wept without tears.
Presently though, she uncurled and sat up. She ignored the sand adhering to the rest of her body and attempted to stand up. It wasn’t easy, for her ankles were cuffed together with only three inches of chain between them, but she had gotten in a lot of practice lately. She raised herself almost to her full height and surveyed her world once more. Nothing had changed. The cave lay as desolate as when she went to sleep.
Only the cast iron bowl on the other side of the cave existed to tell anyone that someone human had been here. Someone other than Jill, that is. While they might not have been too surprised to see the man made object in the isolated cave stuck in the middle of a burning desert, they would certainly have been surprised to see its occupant.
Nude, chained hand and foot, Jill gave the appearance of being a wild woman barely tamed. Her hair was all over the place, her skin dirty and scraped, and her face… There was a haunted look about her face that spoke of suffering and loneliness. Yet, there was also something else there, a determination not to be beaten. Looking at her, they might think she had already succumbed, but one look at her eyes might tell them differently.
The trouble was, no one was there to see. No one came, except HIM.
From The Kristen Archives.
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?
