Bondage Blog

Kitten’s master is learning the joys of canes and hoods:

The cane is more painful than the crop but it’s more enjoyable to use. Struck properly both cheeks of kitten’s arse get the blow, and nice red lines appear providing symmetry of appearance across her cheeks. The cane is lighter in the hand and more responsive to wrist flicks when applying it to kitten’s bum. You can also vary the intensity of the blows from a tap to a nice swift strike.

I have only once required to chain and tie kitten to the bed to administer her blows. Normally she keeps position and stays in the appropriate kneeling position. Having her hooded, chained and tied to the bed, helpless, immovable and totally croppable & cane exposed is a hot idea.

I have bought a new leather head mask, which has a inbuilt leather collar, a metal mouth zipper which is lockable with a padlock. This will now give two to choose from. Kitten’s other leather mask has an inbuilt ball gag with a mouth covering with self poppers to keep it in place and a blind fold for the eyes. Kitten in leather head mask is a hot sight and l like placing her head into the mask during any bondage session we do. And after the bondage session, I like to keep her in the mask and lead her to my bed for a caning session. She doesn’t know when she is going to be hit, or what she is to be hit with, as l inter-change from cane to crop and from crop to crop….

Monmouth proves that even the silliest handcuffs can be great fun:

“You know what?” I asked.

“What?”

“I’m going to stick my face between your legs…”

“Yeah?”

“…and I’m going to lick, suck and tease until you come. Screaming.”

Essie laughed. “Fuck yeah.”

I stood up and patted the seat of the chair. She sat down, grinning, and spread her legs, eagerly. I reached for my bag.

“What’s in there”

I pulled out a pair of furry play cuffs I had picked up in Soho on the way over. They were pink and flimsy – as far away from bondage and domination as you could possibly get, while still being a pair of handcuffs.

Dangling them in front of her, I was pleased that she started giggling.

“You know I’m not into S&M.”

“But you are into orgasms, no?”

She giggled harder.

“You trust me?”

Essie held out her hands in front of her, and spread her legs a bit wider.

“Get on with it honey, I’m fucking horny.”

I cuffed her wrists to the chair’s sturdy legs. Essie shoved her hips forward for ease of access, the lips of her pussy glinting with her juices.

Crouching in front of her, I sat back to admire the view of her delicious snatch. Then I stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Hint of frustration in her tone.

“Getting another drink. You want one?”

“No!”

I smiled back at her. “What do you want then?”

“Aww, don’t do this…”

Clink, clink – the ice cubes fell into the highball glass, one by one.

“Please…”

I poured in a measure of whiskey.

She giggled. “You’re such a mean fucker. I knew you’d do something like this.”

I think this is just a spectacular tie for bondage fucking. Don’t you just love the way the rope accentuates her shapely calves?

From Sex And Submission, of course.

This cute vintage bondage postcard (found on alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. vintage) shows (I guess) how Cupid had to do things back when he was still learning to shoot that bow:

In which A Subtle Slavegirl enjoys her not-so-subtle collar:

It’s big, thick, heavy, noisy and I’ve worn it 24/7 since August last year. Beach, gym, pool, shower, rain, hail or shine that lump of steel has sat around my throat.

Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret…sometimes it annoys the crap out of me, but at the end of the day, I really love it. I love it when Master attaches his leash to it, I love it when he slips a finger through it and leads me somewhere and I love the security of it. Because try as I might, the damn thing ain’t coming off.

One strong image in my fantasies is being chained up somewhere. Now I don’t mean just being in chains somewhere, I mean physically chained to something. A wall, a bed, a cage, a post…anything really, as long as I am chained to something. For some reason, and I can’t for the life of my figure out why, the idea of being chained to something is so god damn hot, I’m going to need a release session just writing about it.

I continue to be amazed at the cinematic styles they keep coming up with at Kink.com, as in this shoot from Hogtied. This is porn? It looks a lot more like Hollywood would look if it didn’t have censors and ratings.

Schoolgirl, in basement. “What am I doing here in the basement of the old Armory? I think this was a bad idea. Am I in trouble?”

Er, yes. “Yes, m’dear, quite a lot of trouble, I would say…”

I continue to be in awe of the raunchy hard core bondage sex that’s coming from the new Fucked And Bound site. Even their free galleries (from which this photo comes) are much more explicit than I’m in the habit of publishing on Bondage Blog. Here’s one of the tamer pictures:

Note the tight bondage, the clothespins on the tender bits, the rough hand at her throat, and the intense looks of pleasure on both their faces.

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