Slave training, Training Of O style, is shaping up to include a lot of “face your fears” style reality-TV ordeals. Not to mention some nifty bondage items, like the head box feared and dreaded by slavegirls everywhere:
“Kneel here, darling, and think about holding your breath until your trainers decide to let you breath again.”
Blub blub!
Blub *blub* blub.
From this shoot.
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I chopped this out of an Ebay detective fiction book cover that was otherwise ugly as sin with stickers and price markings:
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From The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974):
Kaya from Under His Hand always goes further than most with her kinky blog pictures, but this time she’s outdone herself, posting an incredibly hot set showing her pussy lips held open with taped clothespins. I won’t spoil her fun by swiping them, you’ll have to go look!
I don’t know *what* possessed me to suggest duct taping my pussy open with clothespins and then fucking. Enter needy greedy masochist with a big mouth, stage left.
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It was actually feeling all very, very nice. At first.
I don’t care how many times He’s been down there nosing around, it will never stop being something that makes me blush.
Likewise, no matter how many times He has me post pictures like these here, I’ll sit here with a beet red face as I do it.
Now, it turned out that when He first tried ripping my cunt lips off sticking His dick in, a few of the clothespins were poking Him and hurting His poor, poor penis.
(cue badly faked sympathy)
So He pulled a few off down there (ouch) and rearranged things up top. (double ouch)
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The actual fucking part was more uncomfortable pinching pain than I expected it to be. Though I don’t know why I didn’t expect it. I mean, duh, right? I had figured it would pull, maybe even pull a clothespin off, but no. It did pull some, but His tendency to press and grind (Bastard) kept them pinching and twisting more than pulling.
Remember the early days of the internet, when porn consisted of sets of grainy photos scanned from magazines? And kinky porn all came from foreign magazines? When “bondage” meant Japanese bondage from imported starlet magazines featuring high-fashion young Japanese ladies posed in schoolgirl outfits, with book bags, wrapped lovingly in rope, and fully clothed or so carefully posed that you never saw a pubic hair or anything it might grow on?
My, we’ve come a long way since then.
This shoot from Sex And Submission stars the lovely Kaiya Lynn, who would have been right at home in that endless parade of skirted bondage starlets that populated the Japanese mags:
And just like them, before she knows it she’s strung up in a hostile basement somewhere:
Panties around the ankles, that’s what they are for, right? Now hold still for the riding crop:
However, unlike the censored stuff from Japan, Sex And Submission knows where this story is supposed to go from here: blowjobs and bondage sex!
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This is fantasy art in the purest sense, considering that actually tying your naked captives out in the howling snow is pretty hard on ’em. But she does make a pretty picture:
From Erotic Bondage.
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Bondage as art? A tied woman as a pretty erotic sight?
Or functional bondage? A woman tied to put her, and keep her, right where you want her, in the position you want her in, helpless to prevent whatever you want to do to and with her?
The Bondage Blog motto was carefully chosen to suggest both: “Taking pleasure in the beauty of restrained women” can mean “by looking at them” or it can mean something rather less passive.
Carrie Ann at A View From The Floor has this to say:
I can’t seem to get into the whole “let’s tie some pretty ropes around you, it’ll take three hours to get a lot of pretty knots and a great design and then we’re done” thing. But lately I’ve been thinking a lot about another kind of bondage.
The kind of bondage where you’re tied down and cut off from movement or escape.
The type of bondage where you’re you’re leashed or tied off or caged because he doesn’t want you to move, because that’s the spot he wants you in.
I don’t want pretty rope dresses or fancy knot work.
I want a collar and leash that only lets me go so far.
I want a spreader bar that forces my legs to stay open no matter what he does.
I want cuffs that keep my hands out of his way.
I want rope and chain that immobilize me or simply keep me where I”m supposed to be.
My own view is that we like “bondage-as-art” precisely because it suggests the functional side. But of course, the world is full of kinky people who aren’t quite willing to “own” their own kinks. “I like bondage, but it’s just an aesthetic appreciation, I’m not one of those serious perverts who wants to tie up girls so he can fuck them like that….”
Sure. Yeah, right. Whatever.
