Bondage Blog

For some reason, here at Bondage Blog I feel an obligation to pass on the celebrity bondage news, even when the celebrity in question is someone I’ve never heard of who apparently stars in an evening soap opera I’ve never seen. Thus:

Eva Longoria loves being tied up during sex.

The Desperate Housewives beauty – who is engaged to basketball star Tony Parker – enjoys being dominated in the bedroom.

She revealed to Live magazine’s Louise Gannon: “I’m not averse to being tied up in silk scarves. I like a man to take charge. There’s something very sexy about being submissive.”

The 32-year-old actress also revealed she regularly has Brazilian bikini waxes because she only ever wears G-Strings.

She added: “Every girl should have a Brazilian wax. It’s my sexy secret. And I only ever wear thongs. I don’t own a pair of knickers with a proper back to them.”

I know, I know, “this post is worthless without pictures.” Sorry.

Ever since I first saw the Steel Head Seclusion Cage and the Steel Fist Mitts (sadly, no longer sold) on the Metal Bondage Restraints page of the Stockroom catalog, I’ve thought they were the ultimate metal bondage devices. Of course they don’t look very comfortable, but that’s hardly the point:

Pictures are from Device Bondage (more).

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Do You Need Some Shackles?
• Butt Hook
• Steel Nose Hook
• Device Bondage!
• Cold Stainless Steel: NJoy Pure Wand

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.